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.

word, Leda stood there until she saw Roseanne wave from the balcony, and only then

going to give

same way, how could I give you a

York was speechless.

spoke, she revved the engine, counted down silently, then released the handbrake. The car shot out like an arrow. York's voice was

right? Why take mine?! Be careful, it's new, don't scratch it.

his sacrifice saw Leda zooming past the financial district in his little Maserati

dog sitting in the

"Darn it-"

stood there,

feel like he was nurturing

...

had finally finished drafting her three

revising them six times. Once sure everything was in

of time to take with her, nor worry about oversleeping during the lunch break and not completing the

newfound free time, days seemed to

care for her plants at a relaxed pace, and

video chat with her parents,

Norris: "...Finished all three?"