Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Even though they had crossed paths a few times around campus, Murray never felt they were at that stage where starting a conversation felt natural.

However, Grace didn't share the same sentiment. With an ease that took Murray by surprise, she asked, "Everything okay with you? Noticed you were sitting by the school gates for quite a while yesterday. Didn't catch a cold, did you?" Murray remained silent, showing no desire to engage in conversation.

But Grace didn't mind and continued on her own, "Came for the coffee, huh? This place makes a mean cup, way better than any other coffee joint around here. I've tried a few of their brews. The one you've got there must be their signature iced Americano, right? It's rich and aromatic but with a slightly bitter aftertaste. Goes perfectly with a slice of cheesecake, makes the flavor pop."

Listening to her soft, pleasant voice and observing the playful glint in her eyes, a subtle smirk began to form on Murray's lips.

Feeling his gaze, Grace's skin crawled, yet she maintained her smile. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" she asked, brushing her hands over her face.

Suddenly, Murray spoke up, "Are you into me or something?"

Murray. Caught off guard by his directness, Grace's face flushed,

beautiful, the charming - you name

cup, his tone carried an almost indifferent calm,

wasn't surprised. In fact, she nodded, "I know, and I've known for a while. Roseanne is a classmate of

that mischievous look in his

the air once more, "Would you do

off guard, Grace

enunciated every word, "Pretend to be my

Roseanne guarded herself against him, how deep her grievances ran. Only by showing her he had moved on completely, loving someone else, could she potentially lower her guard and accept him back, even if just

her

was like a whisper from a tempter,