After the party, Joyce sent off her elders downstairs on Garden Street and parted with her new colleagues before everyone went home.

New beginnings, new colleagues, everything was great.
The night breeze was slightly cold, brushing her cheeks and ruffling her ink-color hair.
She reached up and smoothed her hair behind her ear.

When she looked up, Joyce glimpsed a white figure on the corner not far away, standing out in the darkness of the night. She narrowed her eyes. Wasn’t that Charlotte? Then a black military vehicle pulled up in front of Charlotte and picked her up.

Joyce looked down at her watch. Charlotte and Shelly had left first during the dinner. It was almost two hours ago. How came Charlotte was still on Garden Street?

She looked around and didn’t see anyone suspicious.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
Joyce went straight to the direction of the subway. It was not too late, and she could catch the last train.

When she walked to the roadside and passed a black parked car, a sharp horn startled her.

The windows automatically fell down.

Joyce looked in and there was Luther.

sculptor. He turned his head and looked at her. “Can you

Joyce nodded, “Yes.”

he was actually sitting in the passenger seat. How strange that he showed up on Garden Street so late, like he was waiting

she had to take?

Maybe she was overthinking it.

in the car. You drive.” Luther propped one hand on his forehead. His tone was clear and cold. Joyce couldn’t refuse, so she opened the main driver’s door. As soon as she opened the door, she smelled alcohol, very

at him, “Why don’t you let Aaron

got something else

as if he was tired, and closed

much and sat

she had gotten a driver’s license and usually drived her tutor’s car, she

the car key?” She asked.

so drunk and uncomfortable. He didn’t want to open his eyes,

out her hand, “Can I

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