Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Owen didn't make a sound. To him, food was a means to refuel, and he never cared about the taste. "All clean now."

Glancing at the neatly arranged bell peppers and kale, it was evident the work of someone with a touch of OCD.

"What's so funny?" Owen asked, puzzled.

Roseanne cleared her throat. "Nothing. You should head out now."

"Okay." Owen dried his hands and nodded slightly.

Roseanne had made a whole spread of dishes, leaning toward the lighter side, the kind of food Madeleine could and would enjoy.

"It's kind of you to remember," Madeleine remarked, touched.

After the meal, Roseanne cleaned up without being asked. Owen naturally joined in to help.

While standing under the warm glow of the kitchen light, his silhouette elongated. From Roseanne's perspective, his finely chiseled profile resembled that of an ancient Greek statue. Madeleine leaned against the doorframe. "Anne, how did you meet Owen?"

student. She had long wanted to introduce them to each other. Surprisingly, they had met each other beforehand due to a

with a smile. "Ms. Payne, I'm Hertha. I

nodded. "I remember.

"I heard you've been recuperating at

the tea table.

Her smile slightly faded.

we talked about the graduate program spots for

interrupted, "Thank you, I appreciate the gesture, but please take these back. As for the graduate program, it's competitive every

Hertha was shocked.

"trying," and "doing your best." Why

I can't keep you any longer. I'll have Bob help you with your things to

getting dismissed. Confused about what went wrong,

exclaimed in surprise, "What are

stood there in simple attire, a white T-shirt paired with a quaint floral apron, holding