Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

It was like a chef telling a little baby how to fix a car-completely unbelievable!

Roseanne glanced at Liz, who stood frozen in place, and spoke in a calm, even tone, "Thank you for your advice earlier, Senior Liz. I, of course, understand the importance of rigor, truth-seeking, and pragmatism in our research. These are the fundamental qualities of a scientist. But I believe we should also be open to listening and accepting valid suggestions from others. Don't you think?"

"Just like with today's situation. It doesn't matter who makes the suggestion or what it is about. It should be verified before we decide if it's right or wrong, instead of just going with our gut feeling."

Roseanne's tone was smooth, as though she was merely stating facts.

But to Liz, every word struck like a needle, painfully sharp.

It wasn't a lecture, but it felt like one.

Her face flushed hot in an instant, as if set aflame.

After another busy day, Roseanne dragged her exhausted body home, flopped down on the couch, and immediately snuggled into a pillow, closing her eyes.

...

night sky, some were too busy

gyrating on the dance floor - York was caught up in the

a wine glass, the red liquid swirling with

occasionally swept over the young bodies in the dance floor,

Cliff teased lazily, bringing over a drink, noticing York had slipped away to

my lucky night; a few girls in there are just my

black dress winked at him,

2

who always had a steady girlfriend, couldn't understand the appeal of these fleeting encounters:

York reassured him, nodding

you be,

think it's great. My mom's been urging me to have kids. Having one ready-made seems

you say that, or he

that, York's face paled: "God no, keep that 'blessing'

wasn't keen on getting tangled up with