"What time will you be back? I'll pick you up."
Riley Sully looked up and glanced at the time. For a moment, she couldn't be sure, hesitated for a second, and said, "I'll call you before I head back."
"Okay, remember to eat dinner."
"Alright..."
The call quickly ended, and Riley Sully tossed the mobile phone aside, then continued working.
Only after soaking the petals in the cup did she carefully unfold the white paper on the table, pressing it down with two cups, then took a pencil and meticulously began sketching on the white paper.
The silent night quietly crept in, but because the security door panel blocked her view, Riley Sully obviously didn't notice the time, and even found the lights somewhat dim, so she moved the desk lamp over to the table.
Under the warm lighting, one could see a slender woman focused on holding a pencil and ruler, repeatedly sketching something on the paper, so focused that people couldn't help but stare at her in distraction.
