A MERE PIECE OF OBSESSION?

"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 forgot to drink as the cup was still untouched and the coffee appeared to be turn cold as no steam was rising. In the glass of the table, she could see his reflection. His eyes was on her face yet hers on the table. Then her eyes moved towards her reflection. Her face exposed to the broad day-light, as she stood infront the window. Her face looked paled. Her fingers fidgeting with each others. Above her head she could see the LED light and suddenly the reflection of it was distorted as she saw water- a tear drop landing on it. S