"Rose?"
"Yes?"
"I've noticed you've been going out a lot lately," Riley said casually. "Is something going on?"
"No, nothing at all."
She answered too quickly.
"Is that so?"
"Yes. There were just a few things I was curious about, so I wanted to go out and do them alone for a while…" She glanced at him, then smiled softly. "Does it bother you? Fufu—if it does, I can just stick to you twenty-four hours a day instead."
"Haha, not at all."
Riley shook his head lightly.
"Though that offer isn't bad," he added, half joking. "I was just a little worried. But if it's really nothing, then that's fine. Still… don't hesitate to talk to me if something is going on. I'm here. We all are."
"Fufu… I know."
Rose walked ahead, her steps light, her expression calm—almost playful.
She stayed close to his side, humming faintly to herself like nothing weighed on her mind.
Riley watched her quietly.
To anyone else, she looked normal. Relaxed. At ease.
But he could tell.
