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.”

know. I’m

streak, “A little extra effort might

the lingering gaze beside her,

“You should eat more.”

to hearing such things from

into the seat across

to eat a

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

nibbled on her vegetables and mumbled a vague, “Hmm. you know, Yasmine

took a bite of the roll, “She’s just got a foul

bites, “Anyway, I’m kind of scared of her. I thought she ruined the lilies

feel like it was because of me that she

“It’s over now.”

felt a twinge of guilt himself

was not her style—she neither had the patience nor the

on such meaningless things.

head softly,

at her, “What else

her head again, “I don’t know. I just feel like Yasmine was really angry back then. She’s usually

seen her explode like that. If it’s truly okay now, that

Boyd, unsettling him. He couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong, but his unease

later, the day after Yasmine’s birthday,

of scallions made its way to the cafeteria, and there was another unavoidable

this time, there were a few

slice of exquisite cake. The cafeteria buzzed with chatter, and Ava was

too.

Boyd sat beside her, his face contorted

disliked sweets. Yasmine

expression distant, not uttering a

“Happy Birthday.”

paused and turned

“Today’s your

on in

Yasmine a clear glass jar. “I can’t give you anything fancy right now, and probably won’t for a

in this jar. When I can stand on

come

jar, momentarily lost in

I only put wishes in on my birthday, or

“Whenever you want, for

jar. “Well, I’d better think hard. Mansions,

need to lift a finger for the rest of

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

marriage, right?”

turned to her in

of what to say next. After

on TV? These promises

the expectation of marriage.”

look,

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

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