Picking out a complicated purple flower, Cheon Areum gathered the pieces required for it. He gave the booklet to Rian to choose his flower, but he rejected it.
"I can see the flowers on the box. I don't need the instructions."
Cheon Areum glanced down at the pile of scattered pieces and then at the illustrated image of flowers on the box. How could anyone know which piece belonged to which flower? Perhaps Rian had experience with Legos, a practiced eye, and his own sense of order. On the other side, Cheon Areum followed the instructions very thoroughly, meticulously connecting each piece as Yoon Seoyul sat with his back against the ceiling-to-floor window, knees drawn up, watching—staring at them, at him specifically—from the side.
