Quintessa couldn't help but let out a laugh when she heard that. She probably hadn't met anyone cuter than Mrs. York in a long while.

Turning around, she nodded, "Yes, you're right. Sometimes, he's not all that bad."

"Oh, so you?"

Quintessa cut Mrs. York off, "Let's not go there. Everyone knows what I'm about. Him and I, we're just fooling around, nothing serious. Getting real? Maybe, that's a game neither of us can afford to play. Thanks, though for not judging me like everyone else."

"You!"

"I've gotta go."

Watching Quintessa close the door behind her, Mrs. York sighed. Deep down, she was conflicted. This girl, with all her personal baggage, wasn't really a match for her son. But her son was smitten, and she didn't dislike her either.

worried. The girl clearly wasn't interested

the sparse belongings. Even her makeup collection was smaller than hers, not to mention

all too well - he was picky and fastidious to a fault. And yet, here he was, willing to live in such a place, getting kicked out of the

with this girl meant that her son

this girl wasn't half

only his mother, "Mom, where is

you only got

mom, please tell me. Where

"She's at the studio."

Tyrone said, "Eat something, Mom.

don't know it,

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can't skip breakfast, especially

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