Inside the Incense Making Room, incense burned and tea was savored. Sussie's gaze shifted from the jade rabbit incense holder, settling on the person sitting across from her.
Finn was leaning against the back of his chair near the window, bathed in sunlight. Sipping his tea, his whole body radiated an air of languid defiance.
Altogether unflowing, with the temperament of clouds and the nature of the moon.
Even sitting there in silence, this man was captivating.
"What have you been up to abroad all these years?" he asked casually.
"Working."
"Is that so?"
Finn had not been short of connections asking about her whereabouts over the years, "After you left your job, there were studios trying to find you, but they couldn't get a hold of you."
"I was part of a few confidential projects."
Finn nodded, not saying anything further.
Some jobs with a confidentiality aspect help the workers keep their movements hidden.