For Roseanne, that was a rare opportunity.

"If you're interested, you can take this back and have a look." He pulled out a flash drive and laid it before her, "It contains all the experiment details."

Roseanne looked up, her bright eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thanks, I'll give it some thought."

By ten o'clock, it was about time for Roseanne to head home.

Owen walked her to the door.

"I just live across the hallway. You don't have to walk me out," Roseanne said with a chuckle.

Yet, Owen glanced at her inadvertently exposed finger, gently reminding her, "You shouldn't keep that band-aid on for too long. Clean it with the iodine, and it's best to let it breathe."

Roseanne instinctively curled her index finger, "Thanks. I'll remember that."

Owen didn't say much more, just nodded slightly, then turned to pick up a small pot of pink succulents. "This is for you."

plant with its chubby leaves that faded from green to pink, so adorable. "Really? For

just one left, so I picked it up. Consider it a thank you for that fish dinner you treated me to last time." Roseanne smiled.

twinkled like stars in the clear night sky, full of

soft flutter

...

and Cliff had planned a visit to the

don't say I don't look out for you. Guess what I've got

up early to make this. Don't be fooled by its modest look. It's full of nutrients to have you

blueberry almond oatmeal, then at York's smiling face, barely suppressing a smirk, wondering if York was there to deliver

fond of soups except for the stomach-soothing oatmeal Roseanne

grimacing and tossing the spoon aside. "Forget it! It tastes weird! Where did you find this chef? Can't even make a decent oatmeal." York raised

face was expressionless. "Then you have

and he just doesn't match up

Weet

coughed violently,

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