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 did she feel at

you took my car. Aren't you going to

headed the same way, how could

York was speechless.

counted down silently, then released the

your car was fixed, right? Why take mine?! Be careful, it's new, don't scratch

financial district in his little Maserati the

dog sitting

"Darn it-"

stood there, gritting

he was nurturing a greenfield

...

had

Once sure everything was

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

newfound free time, days seemed to slow

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

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

Norris: "...Finished all three?"