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    "I''m beat, just wanted to pull over and rest a bit before heading on, and then I dozed off..."


    Leda made her way around the car, yanked open the passenger door, and settled in-


    "Perfect timing, you''re driving me home."


    York chuckled, "You sure don''t beat around the bush."


    Despite his words, a wide grin spread across his face.


    "Alright then, I''ll y the Good Samaritan today, go the whole nine yards. Buckle up—"


    With a press of the gas pedal, the car shot forward like an arrow from a bow.


    Leda eximed, "Whoa! Slow down, buddy! I''m not ready to meet my maker just yet!"


    "Would it be so bad? Dying together, heh..."


    Leda rolled her eyes at him.


    Given their current rtionship, even in death, they''d likely be buried apart.


    Twenty minutester-


    "Just drop me off at the entrance to theplex, I''ll walk from there."


    "No way! Haven''tpleted my mission yet!"


    York swung the steering wheel, diving straight into the underground parking.


    "Thanks." The car stopped, and Leda pushed the door open to get out.


    "Hey, you''re just gonna leave like that?"


    Leda paused, "You want cab fare or something?"


    "Heh,e on, what are we? Right?"


    Leda: "Get to the point."


    York: "I haven''t had dinner, and I''m starving now."


    "And?"


    "How about you whip up something to eat at your ce?"


    Leda spread her hands, "Sorry, can''t cook."


    York had already made ns for her: "Don''t worry about cooking. Last time I saw you had instant noodles in the cupboard. I''ll just make myself some."


    "Fine." Leda turned, signaling him to follow.


    York immediately hopped out of the car, locked it, and eagerly followed her into the elevator.


    Leda: "There are plenty of restaurants around, or we could just order delivery. Isn''t that better than instant noodles?"


    "I just love instant noodles, what''s wrong with that?"


    Leda gave him a thumbs-up: "You''re one of a kind."


    York: "..." Felt the sarcasm.


    As Leda punched in her door code, he tried to peek.


    168...


    What was after that?


    Damn! Missed it!


    The door swung open, and Leda walked straight in, not bothering to wait for him.


    York didn''t need an invitation,


    waltzing in and changing shoes


    he was entering his own homes if


    swnoele


    Leda turned, pointing towards the kitchen, "Help yourself, I''m taking a shower..."


    With that, she disappeared into her bedroom.


    York looked around, then raided the fridge.


    Sure enough...


    Only instant noodles!


    Luckily, the fridge was stocked with drinks, and the liquor cab wasn''t empty either.


    He picked out a bottle of red wine, opened it, let it breathe, then chilled it in the fridge.


    Just as the noodles were about to be ready, he took out the decanter from the fridge.


    Chilled, not frozen, just perfect.


    Time to dig in!


    Leda came out of her shower,


    draped in a white bathrobe, her hair


    still wrapped up, to find York


    squatting behind the coffee table,


    slurping noodles like a monkey, eyes glued to the TV.


    A ss of red wine fogged up beside him...


    "You chilled it in the fridge?"


    "Yeah!" He looked up, noodles dangling from his mouth yet to be bitten off.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    Leda''s look of disdain was palpable.


    Such a well-off gentleman, how could he be so... uncouth?


    "Chew your food before you talk. That''s gross."


    York slurped the noodles in one go "Chew


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    "You don''t eat noodles like this, do you?"


    Leda: "I... don''t... eat... noodles."