Boyd’s expression was one of pure distaste. “I reckon Bryson isn’t strapped for cash to buy some scallions.”

“There’s something different about growing them yourself. Besides, they grow fast. I can harvest them at least

twice in a month.”

“I noticed the director has a pot on his office windowsill. You’re awfully young to have such quirky tastes.”

Yasmine ignored him.

Two hours later, they both wrapped up their tasks.

After that, Boyd, who was usually a ghost around the place, seemed to be popping up everywhere. He was often

spotted fiddling around in the garden.d2

Occasionally, Yasmine’s figure would appear at the opposite flower bed, but her appearances were few and far

between.

Boyd’s lilies received no care from Yasmine, not even a passing glance. Yet Boyd found himself watching those

scallions grow with an odd sense of unease.

After half a month, Yasmine snipped the scallions and took them to the cafeteria, which meant two whole days of

scallion cuisine on the menu.

Boyd wasn’t fond of them.

Watching Yasmine shovel them into her mouth, Boyd couldn’t mask his aversion. “I always thought you didn’t care

for strong flavors.”

Yasmine, poised and unhurried, continued to eat, “That’s just your assumption. Though you’re not wrong, I

generally don’t like intense flavors. But I find this quite nice. Nothing in this world is absolute, you know. Tastes,

habits—they can change. You never know when something will just change.”

At her words, Boyd reluctantly took another bite.

Yasmine offered a small smile, “If you don’t like it, that is totally fine. No point in forcing yourself.”

“Maybe I’ll come to like it if I get used to it.”

She gave him a fleeting look, her smile light, “Pointless.”

Boyd kept his eyes on her, “But it’s all for the sake of liking them.”

Silence fell between them.

“Those lilies need special care, especially since it’s not the ideal planting season.”

nodded nonchalantly, “I know. I’m

own stubborn streak, “A

beside her,

“You should eat more.”

unaccustomed to hearing such things

into the seat across from him with her tray. She

to

at his empty bowl and accepted the bread. “Who are

vague, “Hmm. you know,

of the roll, “She’s just got

kind of scared of her. I thought she ruined the lilies last

it was because of me that she ended

“It’s over now.”

in comforting others, felt a

neither had the patience nor

on such meaningless things.

head softly, still

at her, “What

head again, “I don’t know. I just feel like Yasmine was really

seen her explode like that.

put his finger on what was wrong,

perceptiveness was spot-on. Half a month later, the day after Yasmine’s

scallions made its way to the cafeteria,

time, there were a

cake.

too.

her cake while Boyd sat beside her, his face contorted

girls disliked sweets. Yasmine was

beside her, her expression distant, not uttering a word to

“Happy Birthday.”

turned to Boyd.

your actual birthday,

on

give you anything fancy right now,

So, write down whatever you wish for and put it in this jar. When I can stand on

come true without

empty jar, momentarily lost

only put wishes in on my birthday, or

“Whenever you want, for anything you

eyebrow and hugged the jar. “Well, I’d better think hard.

need to lift a finger for the rest of

chuckled nervously beside them, her tone treading lightly, “You know, this kind of

marriage, right?”

then turned to her

their identical looks of confusion, unsure of what to say

on TV? These promises

the expectation of marriage.”

took on a pensive look, and she turned to Boyd,

but his gaze lingered on her. “You know, I didn’t really think too

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