Blanche's POV
After stepping out of the restaurant with Demetrius, I found myself standing on the sidewalk, scanning for an available taxi.
Oswald was still back at Blissfield Villa, which meant I'd likely end up returning there tonight.
But right now, the thought of going home felt suffocating.
I glanced at Demetrius and said, "Want to walk for a bit? I'm still pretty full from dinner."
Demetrius's face lit up—clearly thrilled at the chance to spend more time together. "Absolutely."
Side by side, we started wandering down the street.
The pavement stretched out endlessly before us, disappearing into the night.
We talked mostly about work—difficult patients, office drama, the usual hospital madness.
A while passed without either of us noticing.
When I finally checked the time, I realized how late it had gotten. Time to face reality.
Demetrius offered to escort me home, but I brushed off his concern. "Don't worry about it, I can manage on my own."
