Jirawut sits at his desk, his hands busy to open a notebook and write. A knock sounded on his door.
"Come in," Jirawut called without looking up.
Amila and Vivienne entered, dressed in their most formal attire.
"Good morning, Jirawut," Amila said.
Vivienne curtsied. "Jirawut, my dear, how nice to see you"
"Morning, Amila," Jirawut greeted. "And what are you doing here, Vivie?"
"Well, I'm bored. And so was Amila, when she came by."
"What about?"
"Just chatting," Amila said. "No need for you to worry."
"I don't mind," Jirawut said, taking a sip of tea and returning to his work.
"Amila, do you know Ella Hodson?" Vivienne asked.
Amila took a seat across from them and sipped her tea. "I know her, She is the owner of True as a wood company and she produces furniture made out of wood."
"Ella wanna marry me," Jirawut said and sent her letter to Amila.
"Really?" Amila exclaimed.
