She had her arms crossed with a frown on her forehead and distress in her eyes. Her feet firm on the ground, lips pressed in a thin line, she stared at her dad.
"It's not happening." Ben sighed as he opened another drawer and found it empty. Scar tilted her head towards him as she waited for him to reply.
"Why can't it happen?" He moved to the shelf right beside the wall-length window. His fingers grazed the binding of the books as he read off the names quietly.
"Why should it happen earlier?" Scar pressed, growing impatient. She had her mind set on not accepting anything that came from her family.
"Why wait? When it can happen earlier." His back to Scar, he kept on looking through the books. The one with a green binding caught his attention as he took it out from the shelf.
Scar took a deep breath in and said, "Will you please just sit down and listen to me properly?" Ben turned around, sighed and walked towards his daughter.
"Yes?"