The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

Stanley rang the doorbell.

It wasn't long before the apartment door swung open, revealing Wendy's graceful figure in the doorway. "Who is it -Mr. Hawk?"

Wendy's eyes met Stanley's, and he could see that she had changed into a loose, comfortable home dress. The delicate makeup she had worn earlier was now gone, revealing a fresh, natural beauty-a face untouched by powder, glowing with the softness of the evening/

She looked a world away from the radiant woman at the diner party.

"Do you have a moment?" Stanley asked.

Wendy's fingers twitched nervously. "Is there something you need? You can just say it'

Stanley opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a familiar voice echoed from inside. "Who's there, Wendy?"

Stanley looked up and saw Samuel standing in the apartment.

Samuel, in slippers and holding an apple, was casually biting into it. "Mr. Hawk, what brings you here?"

Stanley's words caught in his throat. He hadn't expected Samuel to be there.

gaze shifted slightly, and she spoke again, her tone a little more guarded, "So? Is

pressed into a thin line, looked at her, then

it strange for us to be

face hardened, his aristocratic features growing colder.

peeked his head out from the kitchen. "Wendy, are you done? The

in from inside. "Wendy,

expression remained icy as he processed the voices. Inside, there was more than just Samuel-Halsey and Cecelia were

that didn't ease the tension for Stanley. Knowing that Samuel was hanging out with Wendy's two closest friends made it clear that they were all very familiar with one another, and they often spent

Stanley, a polite smile on his face. "Mr. Hawk, we're making dinner. Have you eaten yet? You're welcome to

still hungry from his hurried return to find Wendy, opened his mouth to accept

could speak, however, Wendy interrupted

join us." She turned back to Stanley, her tone firm. "We're having dinner

reached

for the door, and with a swift motion, closed it in his face with a

there for a moment, stunned. Then, he let out a quiet, self- deprecating

his apartment was quiet-empty, save for the soft light in the living room. Tall and