In the small makeup room, Sophie Foster nestled in a chair, resting her chin on the back, ready to continue working to earn some extra money.
The door to the makeup room was pushed open from the outside. Someone walked in, and thinking it was a colleague, Sophie didn't pay any attention, looking spiritlessly in a certain direction.
Nicholas Croft walked up to the chair, and after tapping the back of it, Sophie raised her head. One hand still clung to the chair's back, and her eyes revealed a delighted surprise as she looked at the man standing in front of her, "Uncle Nick?"
"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Nicholas chuckled, amused by her dazed expression, his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks, a coat draped over his shoulders as he looked down at her.
Although it had only been a week, the little girl's face seemed to have thinned slightly.
