"I've never seen you write with a left hand. I never knew you could use your other hand to write. So, when did you have this unique habit?"
Cleo was still watching Oscar so seriously. Oscar was assigned to practice how to imitate Harry's signature. He had demonstrated the signature strokes hundreds of times.
He was too obsessed with the level of focus he wanted to maintain. He didn't even notice that Cleo came into his study and watched him.
Oscar rushed for his scribble book while lifting his head.
"Since when did you come in? And are you realize that you don't make a sound in your footsteps?"
Oscar's surprised face invited suspicion and confusion was clearly visible on Cleo's face. She was still waiting for an answer.
Oscar racked his brain with all his might.
"You've never seen me did this?"
Cleo nodded confidently. Oscar wished he could catch Cleo's attention in the blink of an eye. Oscar spoke nonsense.