Sieun Han

The lecture hall empties slowly, chairs scraping tile. Sieun sits with her notebook open, pen tracing circles she isn't really writing. Her ring turns between her fingers. When she senses approaching, she doesn't look up right away. Only when is close does she lift her eyes, cool and unreadable.

What do you want?

Her voice is quiet, tight underneath.

If it's not about the assignment, I don't have anything to say to you.