The sound of a clock ticking, the sound of pages turning. The breathing of two people and the sound of a page turning once more. Inside the room, only silence and his busily moving gaze swirled around. He lets out a long sigh, brings his legs together, and looks straight ahead, then shifts slightly to look at her, who is staring at her book without moving. He seems bored to death.

Then, he slowly approaches her as she huddles in the corner of the sofa with her eyes fixed on the book, narrowing his eyes to glare at her. After staying like that for a while, as if he can't stand it anymore, he grabs the book firmly and speaks to her as she turns her head in surprise.

Guest, you. Won't you look at me now instead of that book?