Gradually, Anita became anxious, and small beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.
"Anita, don't be nervous. I'll teach you. Follow me." Owen looked at Anita, who was standing beside him. He could clearly feel her nervousness, so he reached out and shook Anita's hand while smiling.
Anita looked at Owen, who was comforting her with his hands folded, and felt relieved, so she wasn't so nervous anymore.
She started to feel Owen's movements slowly. After Owen led Anita through the motions of tying his tie, he lowered his hand. "Try it again yourself. I'm not in a hurry."
"I'll try," Anita said with a smile while glancing at Owen.
This time, it was successful. Anita looked at her masterpiece, took a few steps back, and smiled. "Take a look and see if it's okay."
Owen turned to face the dressing mirror and smiled. "It's especially good. I think it's better than anything I've ever tied."
