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

Aren't you going to give me

headed the same way, how could I give you a

York was speechless.

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

Why take mine?! Be careful, it's new, don't scratch it. I've barely driven

past the financial district in

down, her little dog sitting in the

"Darn it-"

stood there, gritting his

he was

...

July, Roseanne had

Owen' help, revising them six times. Once sure everything was in order, she submitted them to three different scientific journals. Now, all

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

newfound free time, days seemed

plants at

also had more time to video chat with her

Norris: "...Finished all three?"