Casey kept trying to untie her hair from the buttonhole on her young master's sleeve. With trembling hands and sweat that began to pour out even though the room was cold because of the air conditioner, but still didn't cool the mind and drove the girl's fear away. Meanwhile Luke was starting to get angry because Casey still hadn't made it. He repeatedly looked at the watch that was wrapped around his wrist that there were only fifteen minutes until the break was over.
"Still not yet?" Luke asked impatiently, his tone growing more and more annoyed.
"W-wait a minute, Master!" Casey said shakily, she wanted to cry.
A heavy sigh escaped Luke's mouth. He massaged his dizzy forehead. "After all, why is your hair stuck in there?"
"I-I don't know ...."
"Can't you just one day not make me dizzy? There's always something going on, I want to work and calm down," Luke grumbled again. "Quickly finish that, we don't have much time left!"
