Suman, serious, maybe sipping coffee, says:“...Do you ever feel like this office still has his presence? Like he never really left?”
Sucheon, not even looking up, flipping through papers, said: "I wouldn’t be surprised if he is haunting us. He seems like the type."
Suman glancing sideways, quietly disturbed
Sucheon glancing up:"You know. Dramatic. Bad at letting thing go"
'Supil (as a ghost) sat sideways on the couch next to him, with one leg draped over the side and his hand under his chin, looking both scandalized and flattered: “He's smart. His father must be a genius”'













