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"What happened?" Namjoon inquired, concerned, as she came to a halt while defining boundaries on the panels of wood.
"I received an email from the University," her voice faint, like it is missing the luster she generally used to convey.
Namjoon strolled towards her and brushed her back realizing it was not uplifting news. For the number of days, times, minutes, seconds he has spent with his fake girlfriend, he has realized her enthusiastic self can often be dull at the same level. "What does it say?"
There is a reluctance of not being able to move the words from her head to her lips, yet she truly can't dismiss him saying it's nothing.
"They.. they've demanded that we create just a single model and not the subsequent one."
"So.. isn't it..good news?" Her reaction perplexes him.
"No, not for me." She raises her eyes, which are filled with sadness, and looks at him, expressing her defeat.
Namjoon notices the ruminations coursing through her fretful orbs. Yet, he truly can not understand her concern. It's unusual when she doesn't show any signs of relief or excitement after learning that her workload has been reduced. Very inverse to human inclination.
The mid-day break shows up and the craftsman leaves the room. Namjoon is completely befuddled. He then holds her hand delicately and makes her seat on one of the chairs while kneeling before her. Even though he is stooping, his tallness is nearly equivalent to her sitting on the chair.
"Tell me exactly what happened?" he inquires.
She releases a brief sigh and surrenders herself, "I had plannings in my mind..ideas...designs.. alterations. I've spent days and nights, brainstormed into my designs. There was this chance for me to show my versatility but now it's gone." A bleak look overwhelms her face.
Namjoon now clearly understands her issue because he is no different than her. Although the work has been reduced the zill to showcase your innovation has been shattered. When you are already prepared to go a hundred miles, walking a km won't suffice your hunger. But this is how the world works. You do as they say until you are at the level of ruling your own world.
Namjoon grasps her hand in his, and speaks in his unusual low tone, which he has never used with her, "It's ok, you will get many chances in the future, don't worry " his fingers touching the rear of her hand.
Nyra nods agreeing with him while his tiny actions soothe her mind. But it yet again surprises Namjoon because it doesn't take him much effort to make her understand compare to all those girls he has been with. They would maintain their pessimistic views even if he slammed his head against the wall.
"Come, let's have lunch,"
They both set out to find a hotel and dine in to fill their stomach with delicious food. Food could lift someone's disposition. However, he didn't see the corners of her lips lift a bit.
