A soft noise of frustration leaves her mouth, pencil clamped firmly between teeth as June tries to come up with something more romantic than incarnated love. Maybe if the main character was a soldier in their past life ? Oh, he lost his life in the war, while thinking of true love and..- Her line of thought gets suddenly interrupted as she registers the sound of someone talking, most likely to her, as she raises her head from her blank piece of paper and spots a familiar face. So immersed in her own thoughts she only realizes they’re there once she looks up. As she frees the pencil from her mouth she grins, small and apologetic,( this isn’t the first time this has happened after all. ) “Oh ! ..Sorry I was kind of spaced out I think, what did you say ? ”
