Sunday
It was Sunday morning, and Ellen had plans to go shopping. She headed to Mason's room, knocking softly on the door. When there was no answer, she suspected he was in his home office. She walked to the office and knocked again.
"Come in," Mason's voice called from inside.
Ellen opened the door and stepped in, closing it gently behind her. It was her first time seeing Mason at work. He sat at his large wooden desk, papers spread out before him, a serious expression on his face. His brow was slightly furrowed, and his fingers moved skimmed over the papers, making notes and corrections. He was so absorbed in what he was doing, Ellen could almost see the concentration in the air.
Mason glanced up briefly, noticing her standing there. "You can't possibly have come just to stand there like one of the statues in the garden," he said, his eyes returning to his papers.
Ellen cleared her throat, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I want to go to the mall," she said.