Ferenc looked up at her with a feeling of mental anguish for himself, and said; "You forgot it's not my style!" He turned down to continue his drawing.
Yuna bent down, and leaned beside him. She dropped the box she was holding, and held Ferenc's head to face hers. Her eyes were welling up, and just as the tears ran down, she closed her eyes, ultimately draining the tears off her eyes and down her face.
She opened her eyes, and hugged Ferenc tightly, who was taken aback by the gesture, but didn't know how to respond, and kept his hands still by her sides.
