From the initial normalcy to the blossoming of a faint blush on her cheeks, and then to the deepening red that spread all the way to her ears, the entire transformation unfolded in less than ten seconds. Each stage of change was witnessed by Roseanne, and it was truly

hard not to be taken aback.

Owen murmured, "...might be a bit stuffy in the car."

Quick as a flash, Roseanne rolled down her window, "Feeling any better?"

"Yeah."

...

After dropping her off, Owen remembered an experiment he had initiated midway through the day and hadn't yet concluded, prompting his return to the lab.

Roseanne sprawled on the couch, the adrenaline rush now subsided, leaving her feeling as if her bones had turned to jelly, wishing she could meld into the couch.

Closing her eyes, the car scene involuntarily flashed through her mind. The details seemed magnified tenfold. She recalled Owen's distinctively jointed hand, the tenderness in his touch when it rested on her head, giving her the illusion of being cared for and encouraged... Perhaps it wasn't an illusion?

He really was encouraging her.

all there was to

couch, a simple tilt of her eyes brought the ceiling into

left the place in a bit of

though Roseanne had tried to fix it up, covering it with wallpaper or using light fixtures for concealment, those unsightly marks stubbornly remained,

if you looked closer

others discover its unsightly aspects, to be loathed and despised,

too close meant not

a long

her heart rate

and headed to the

And if not tomorrow, then the day after. If not the day after, then the day after that. And so on, day

Ah, how wonderful!

...

Another busy week passed.

Sunday, Roseanne's day off.

as Leda was also

tail end of the

a cast of familiar comedic faces. Even Roseanne, who wasn't

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