"J-jee?" She tried to feign ignorance. Her hands had turned clammy.

(What?)

"Where is your ring?" He placed the pen on the table, and the tick-tick sound was gone.

She began to fidget with her fingers, unable to produce a response. Her tongue suddenly

weighed tons. Her eyes found the table where he had placed that pen. There was his

MacBook, some files, papers, and pen holders. It was large and neat. To the left of his laptop

was a cup of coffee that he had maybe forgotten to drink as the cup ...