Maren sat intently in her office, sewing a delicate dress with utmost concentration.
The soft hum of the sewing machine and the gentle rustle of fabric filled the air.
Her door creaked open, and Miles walked in, but Maren was too concentrated to feel someone had walked inside.
Miles sighed, mesmerized by Maren's focus, and moved closer. He watched her struggle with her hair which kept falling.
He checked his hands to see band carefully wrappers around his wrist and carefully reached out to help her tie her hair so she didn't get disturbed.
His hands brushed against her neck and Maren's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked up, startled.
"Why are you here?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of wariness.
She didn't even know when he came in,m and couldn't help but keep that question in her heart.
"When did you come inside?" She asked and he scoffed.
