At this moment, Marcus Shaw walked in from the balcony—
He looked at Nora Scott with an expressionless face, with a tone difficult to describe, "Good, where's my cactus?"
"..."
Nora Scott almost threw the script at him.
Good, what Good, wasn't he just trying to tell her that he had already seen the snacks all over the bed, the traces of physics problems, and the missing cactus?
Can't he just speak properly?
"Oh," Nora paused, her expression unchanged, still lazy and composed, "On Monday, there was wind and rain, and a pot of cactus got knocked over."
"...Oh."
Marcus was skeptical.
After a pause, Marcus looked down at her and said, "If you want to do physics problems, I can get you a study book."
"I don't want to."
Nora frowned.
She had finally graduated from school, why would she torture herself with physics problems again?
Marcus said "Oh" again, then added, "Next time you steal snacks, don't make it so... obvious."
