After a sumptuous lunch where Rumi critiqued and praised my cooking simultaneously, we moved to her living room, sitting side by side on her catch.
At the moment, she had my scenario's first draft in her hand. With an impish smile on her lips, she started reading it after putting on her reading glass.
Not gonna lie, her attractiveness went up with that pair of glasses. I still couldn’t believe I called her ordinary back then. Am I blind? Now, I cannot get enough of her…
After a while, I watched as she read it silently, her expression experiencing a cycle of change as it reflected everything she felt from what she was reading. In the end, she was left with a furrowed forehead as she turned her head at me.
Well, I told her honestly that I only wrote what came to my mind after reading everyone's scenarios.
"It's... quite interesting, Ruki. But will we be able to tie this with everyone’s work?"