Studying was monotonous and dull, yet Roseanne found herself surprisingly accustomed to it.

Another day of studying came to an end.

Returning home, she rubbed her shoulders, planning to rest early, but she received a call from Madeleine.

Madeleine first inquired about how her review was going. Roseanne gave a brief update on her progress. Madeleine didn't probe further, seemingly confident in Roseanne's abilities. Roseanne chuckled and heard Madeleine say, "Come by my place early tomorrow morning."

With that, Madeleine hastily ended the call, fearing a second's delay would lead Roseanne to refuse.

The following morning, Roseanne got up early, spending half an hour preparing breakfast, and of course, she didn't forget to prepare an extra portion for her neighbor, Owen.

She hadn't heard any noise from next door until she went to bed the previous night, guessing Owen must have pulled an all-nighter in the lab again.

Opening the door, she indeed bumped right into Owen, who was just returning. It had been two weeks since their encounter on a rainy night. Fresh from the lab, the usually neat and meticulous man had wrinkled sleeves, and the fatigue between his brows couldn't be more apparent.

Recalling the conversation she overheard last time, Roseanne guessed he must have encountered some trouble in the lab.

Without prying, she lifted the lunchbox in her hand. "I made some oatmeal for breakfast. It's good for someone who's been up all night and might have a stomachache."

felt discomfort from pulling consecutive all-nighters before, but irregular meals had left his stomach slightly in pain. The oatmeal she brought was what

home, I should be the one saying

"We're neighbors. It was just on the

then asked,

nodded. "Ms. Payne told me to stop by her place, probably

"I should get going. Don't forget to eat the oatmeal and

her disappear around the staircase corner, Owen entered

oatmeal, with added almonds and blueberries, had a perfect sweetness mixed with the wholesome scent of the

was a simple fried one, which he usually didn't care for, but when feeling its warmth, he slowly ate it. Hmm, it

...

a weekday, the subway was

there was hardly space to stand. When Roseanne finally extricated herself from the crowd, she nearly thought

ov

reflexes saved her

registered at Madeleine's place, so

doorbell, it wasn't Madeleine

Roseanne as if he'd remembered

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