Chapter 16: Chapter 16
1,023 words<html><head></head><body><p>Olivia Lopez had a weakness for sashimi.</p> <p>She ordered a platter of fresh salmon and sweet shrimp without hesitation.</p> <p>Sophia Sullivan never touched raw or cold food.</p> <p>She only asked for a bowl of tonkotsu ramen and some eel sushi.</p> <p>The noodles were average.</p> <p>But the broth was rich, and the ingredients were fresh.</p> <p>Watching Sophia eat so properly, Olivia couldn't resist teasing her. "The belly cut is so fatty. It melts in your mouth. Sure you won't try it?"</p> <p>Sophia shook her head firmly. "You know me. Raw food is never an option."</p> <p>"After all these years, you really haven't changed a bit."</p> <p>Olivia had long noticed how stubborn Sophia was about her likes and dislikes.</p> <p>"I've been so busy lately, I haven't even had time for a manicure. My hands are rough."</p> <p>She sighed, her tone resigned. "My dad keeps pushing me to go on blind dates. And my mom doesn't stop him; she just joins in the plotting."</p> <p>"It's not like they can't afford to keep me. Why the rush?"</p> <p>"Even my workaholic cousin isn't married. Why should I be in a hurry…"</p> <p>Mentioning Alexander Laurent made Sophia's mind wander.</p> <p>They were neighbors, but both were busy with their own lives.</p> <p>Aside from him bringing her a sandwich that one time, she hadn't seen him in days.</p> <p>Olivia didn't notice her distraction. She took a bite of sushi and remembered something. "How did it go with my brother and Professor Watson?"</p> <p>Sophia swallowed her soup before answering. "The professor saved a spot for me. I just have to pass the entrance exam this year."</p> <p>Olivia clapped. "Brilliant! I love seeing you so motivated!"</p> <p>"As a reward, I'm taking you somewhere this weekend."</p> <p>Sophia looked up. "Where?"</p> <p>"It's a secret."</p> <p>...</p> <p>After the meal, Sophia insisted on returning to the library.</p> <p>Olivia drove her back.</p> <p>She finished two more practice tests. When she looked up, it was already dusk.</p> <p>The setting sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing her in a warm, golden light.</p> <p>Sophia stretched her arms and began packing her books.</p> <p>The closing announcement played right on time.</p> <p>She picked up her bag and left.</p> <p>The sunset painted the sky in layers of red, like a spilled palette.</p> <p>Sophia walked slowly, pondering what to have for dinner.</p> <p>Without realizing it, she arrived at her building.</p> <p>A dark figure suddenly entered her line of sight.</p> <p>Lab data had errors. Alexander Laurent had been working nonstop for days. The results were still unsatisfactory.</p> <p>The co-lead was a middle-aged man who had been on the project since its inception.</p> <p>He looked worried. "The initial data was positive. The process was smooth. How could there be an error?"</p> <p>Alexander frowned slightly. "Experimentation is about trial and error. The result isn't the only metric."</p> <p>"But erroneous data means a wrong direction. We've repeated it dozens of times. Isn't a week enough to see that?"</p> <p>The man ventured cautiously, "Since we can't proceed, maybe we should cut our losses? A different direction might be better?"</p> <p>Alexander's gaze sharpened. "Are you afraid of failure, or do you prefer the profit-driven approach Professor Zhu proposed?"</p> <p>He adjusted his glasses. "Physics has its own rhythm. It doesn't stop just because you say so."</p> <p>The man looked embarrassed. "I was just making a suggestion…"</p> <p>The conversation ended awkwardly.</p> <p>Alexander turned and saw Sophia smiling and waving. "Long time no see, neighbor."</p> <p>They walked back side by side.</p> <p>Sophia avoided sensitive topics, making casual conversation.</p> <p>"Thanks for last time. My practice has been going much smoother lately."</p> <p>Alexander didn't take credit. "You have good intuition. Have you contacted the professor recently?"</p> <p>Sophia looked down, stepping on loose pebbles. "We've spoken on the phone a few times. She's recovering well and should be back at school soon."</p> <p>Alexander nodded. "Good. She's never been one to sit still."</p> <p>The sky grew darker.</p> <p>A bicycle wobbled toward them.</p> <p>Sophia happened to step on a loose tile. She lost her balance and was about to collide.</p> <p>Alexander quickly grabbed her wrist. With a gentle pull, he moved her to his side, away from danger.</p> <p>"Are you okay?"</p> <p>His fingertips were warm, firmly holding her wrist through her thin sleeve.</p> <p>The heat traveled up her arm, making Sophia's ears burn.</p> <p>"I'm fine. Thank you."</p> <p>They were too close. Their breaths almost mingled.</p> <p>Sophia took half a step back.</p> <p>Alexander let go of her wrist.</p> <p>The rest of the walk was silent.</p> <p>They said goodbye at their doors.</p> <p>Behind her closed door, the scene replayed in her mind.</p> <p>The warmth of his fingers, his faint minty scent, his deep, unreadable eyes…</p> <p>Sophia looked down and rubbed her wrist.</p> <p>The skin there still felt warm.</p> <p>...</p> <p>Returning from the lab and the argument left Alexander feeling uncomfortable.</p> <p>He changed into slippers and prepared to shower.</p> <p>He picked up his phone to order takeout.</p> <p>A shopping app notification suddenly popped up—a pair of bear slippers, priced at $9.99.</p> <p>He paused.</p> <p>That's what Sophia was wearing the last time he visited.</p> <p>Her toes were small and round. The dark slippers made her skin look snow-white.</p> <p>He suddenly remembered that moment earlier.</p> <p>Her wrist was so small he could circle it with one hand.</p> <p>And the skin there seemed even whiter.</p> <p>...</p> <p>Sunday brought blazing sunshine.</p> <p>Isabella Langley chose a light green floral dress with a ruffled hem. It was fresh and artistic.</p> <p>She spent an hour on a full face of makeup, perfect and precise.</p> <p>Her upper bunkmate teased her. "No sleeping in on the weekend? Up so early? And all dressed up. Someone's lucky to have a date with you."</p> <p>Ever since photos of Isabella kissing Ethan Roscente at the school gate spread, the whole campus knew she was taken.</p> <p>Another girl chimed in. "It must be Mr. Roscente! Isabella, it's your birthday today. He must have a surprise planned, right?"</p> <p>Isabella put on her sunflower earrings. Her heart was full of anticipation, but her words were modest. "I'm not sure. Maybe?"</p> <p>Her roommate wanted to ask more.</p> <p>She checked the time and hurriedly grabbed her bag and changed shoes. "I'll tell you later. I have to go!"</p> </body></html>