After the movie, it was half-past eleven.

Stella stated, "I need to go home now."

“I'll send you,” Clarence stated in low tones.

“Okay.”

Clarence stayed mute for the entire journey. The film seemed to have a profound effect on him.

Stella smiled as she rolled down the window, letting the chilly breeze brush her face.

After some time, when the car arrived at the Steward's residence, Stella unbuckled the belt and reached for the door.

She turned as soon as her hand was on the handle and said, "I'm going."

“Would you like me to send you in?” Clarence said slowly.

“... Forget about it,” and she got out of the car.

She came to a halt after a few steps and turned to face Clarence, who did not appear to be going.

Stella believed she heard someone using the lighter as she walked away.

Clarence was, in fact, smoking.

Clarence swiftly waved his palm in front of her, attempting to sweep away the smokes noticing she came back out of a sudden. “What made you turn around?”

Stella fixed her gaze on him, her hands resting on the window frame next to him.

Clarence was perplexed.

After seeing that movie, the way she looked at him felt odd. Being gazed at made him feel uneasy. Stella inquired, "Something troubling you?" when he tried to look away.

“What could trouble me?” Clarence defended himself.

“An internet test claimed that if a pair stares at each other for more than fifteen seconds, they will start kissing, but you were avoiding me, is anything troubling you?”

“Was that a hint?”

“Err…”

cut short by a hand placed behind her neck and a set of lips with a

almost burnt off. His fingers caressed the back of her

him away, saying, "In

the one who started

cigarette box.

terrible for you,” he murmured

Sometimes I feel sorry for

“Sometimes?”

it always

mouth as she

"Don't waste your time

another round of kisses. “You may go in now,” he said after a

she

“All right," he answered.

her hand,

placed the lighter and cigarette box on

going,

something was truly troubling

movie had

“All right,” Clarence said.

with the cigarette and lighter in her

drive tonight,

walked, the street lights on both sides abruptly

behind her as she attempted to turn

was the lights from the vehicle behind her. Stella's face

walking forward without reaching for her

car were enough to guide her through the

walking alone on this route at this hour, she didn't feel

at the garden with lights

a few seconds

room was wide open as she came

habit or a preventative precaution, preventing her from entering. But the study room was always closed and

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