141 One and A Half Month

- One and a half month later -

The afternoon light filtered through the thin layer of ivory curtain, brightening the contemporary interior of the flat. Bach, Cello suite No. 1 was playing in the background. A perfect classic to highlight the serene atmosphere adorning the living room. With a cup of warm tea on the table alongside a plate of oatmeal cookies, I sat down on the couch with my laptop.

A couple of textbooks were cluttered on the side, reading computer science and coding as its main concern, while a few being books about designing. Papers of rough drafts were lying on the other side.

I was twirling a pen in one hand while the other was holding a phone. "I see. So, you're going to come back late tonight?" A casual smile grew on my face as I nonchalantly eyed the golden sky outside.