Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Darn it!" Leda swatted away the hotdog she accidentally dropped on her shoulder, standing up straight and thankful she flicked her cigarette away in time.

Roseanne had to make a considerable effort to close her mouth, "Um... Leda, you forgot your bag..."

She had only come to deliver a bag, but what did she end up witnessing?

Leda cozying up to a guy, looking all close and intimate? And why did his silhouette seem so familiar?

The moment the two turned around, the mystery unraveled - it was York?!

So... This was the "collaborator" Leda mentioned?

Leda stepped forward, taking her bag: "Thanks, Anne! Coming all the way here late at night just to deliver my bag, you should head back, it's late, and not safe. I'll watch you go up to your apartment, just wave at me from the balcony, and then I'll leave." "Sure."

Roseanne turned around and headed home.

She knew what Leda was like, seemingly carefree but always with a plan.

So, she didn't say much.

Sometimes, silence was the greatest form of respect between friends.

wave from the balcony, and only then

took my car. Aren't you going to give me a lift?!"

way, how could I give you

York was speechless.

much," she sincerely suggested. As she spoke, she revved the engine, counted down silently, then

Be careful, it's new, don't scratch

sacrifice saw Leda zooming past the financial district

dog sitting in the

"Darn it-"

there, gritting

feel like he was nurturing

...

of July, Roseanne had finally finished drafting her three

was in order, she submitted them to three different scientific journals. Now, all

lunch ahead of time to take with her,

newfound free time, days

leisurely stroll through the farmer's market, care for her plants at a relaxed pace, and even try out

to video chat with her parents, often talking for half an hour at a

Norris: "...Finished all three?"