She beautifully wrote the swear words on the blank page. Not only one but in a row. Either the series of words were connected or not, the author continued to write them without stopping. She seemed to enjoy the activity. Of course. Writing the discomfort that she felt relief, especially after holding it in for a long time while putting on a calm face in front of people. She seemed to take off her mask and finally returned to being herself.
Suddenly, a soft knock startled her. No, it wasn't a knock on the door. It was a knock on the table where she sat along with her black book. Someone was trying to get her attention by doing that way.
Elle lifted her head and found Amy standing nearby. Then she turned to look at her table. There was already food and drink that was ordered by her. It looked that she was concentrating too much on her book to not notice its existence. Not even the delicious aroma could break her focus.
