Soo-Ah was deep in concentration while measuring the ingredients on the bronze handheld scale, mumbling to herself, adding and subtracting to get to the precise dosage. Someone cleared his throat a little too close for comfort, startling her and making her drop everything, powders splattering on the top desk. When she darted an annoying gaze over her shoulder, there he stood, totally unsurprising to her. Doctor Tae-Ha stared with this look on his face that had caught on the other night at his father's banquet. A look Soo-Ah could not decipher, but that both intrigued and unsettled her. For sure, he was not an easy man to read. Were there any easy men to read, Soo-Ah absentmindedly asked herself?