On another February morning, Anisa arrived at the studio for her daily duties. As she sat in her cabin, sketching some preliminary designs on fresh leaves, her mind drifted back to yesterday's meeting with Hasan. đź—Ż
"He seems like a good person, but I shouldn't jump to conclusions... I'll give it more time," she thought to herself. Still, the memory of Hasan complimenting her beauty yesterday surfaced, and a smile involuntarily touched her lips.
Just then, she heard Yugh's voice. "Sorry, I knocked but the door was ajar, so I came straight in. I just wanted to show you the layout for the order we're sending out today," he said. đź—Ł
"Ah, that's fine. Let me see it," Anisa replied calmly, taking the canvas from his hand.
But Yugh couldn't help wondering what Anisa had been smiling about so privately when he entered. "Why do I even care? She must have been remembering something," he finally told himself. 🙂
After gathering her feedback on the layout, he left her cabin to deliver the canvas to the shipping department.
Anisa turned her attention back to her work, the brief, private moment already fading into the background of the busy day. đź“Ś