Sinclair's Constant Nagging

"You are doing great, Sinclair! Just go to her and handover the things."

Lord Sinclair appeared in front of the door of his room with the brown packet in his right hand, he assured himself that nothing would happen and mustered up the courage to step inside.

He was not sure whether Syna would appreciate his effort after all his intention was good, or she would scold him for not sending Madeleine instead popping up himself, to embarrass her.

"Here you are, Syna. I brought the things for you."

Sinclair dashed inside in one go and taking big steps he reached by the side of the bed, while Syna shot up in her place due to Sinclair's sudden barging. It seemed as if a burglar had sneaked into the room like a tornado. 

"Why are you in a hurry? What happened? What is it?"

Syna overlooked the brown packet and then stared at him with a questioning gaze.

"Err! It...it's the…open it yourself."