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.

Roseanne wave from the

going to give me a lift?!" York caught

same way, how could I give you

York was speechless.

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

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

financial district in his little Maserati the next

little dog sitting in the

"Darn it-"

stood there,

did it feel like he was nurturing

...

July, Roseanne had finally

week, with Owen' help, revising them six times. Once sure everything was in order,

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

time,

her plants at a relaxed pace, and even try

also had more time to video chat with her parents, often talking for half

Norris: "...Finished all three?"