After visiting my mother's grave, I didn't know where to go next. I certainly couldn't go to Steve's apartment now; the atmosphere would be awkward. But what about my things there?  
I guess I still had to go there. I took a deep breath. If only my hair were short, maybe I would have messed it up in frustration to distract myself.  
Ah, what should I do now?  
My mind suddenly thought of my mother. "Mom, if you were here with Helen right now, maybe you could give her some good advice," I muttered absentmindedly.  
My phone rang in the next moment. I looked at the screen, and it immediately made me freeze with furrowed brows.  
An unknown number was calling my phone. I drove my car to a restaurant and stopped in the parking lot to answer the call. After shaking off my hesitation, I answered the call nervously. I didn't know why I was nervous.  
"Hello?" I said first.  
"Miss Davies." This voice. It was Dave Wright.  
"Mr. Wright?" I asked, unsure.  
I wanted to confirm if it was Mr. Wright calling me. It was surprising that Dave was calling me at a time like this.  
"Yes, it's me. Where are you now?"  
Oh. It was Dave Wright.  
My eyes looked out of the car window. I had parked in front of a restaurant. At least that's what I thought until my eyes caught the large sign on the front of the building.  
"Violet’s Cafe," I muttered as I read the name of the building.  
Violet’s Cafe, is the name of the building. It was a cafe. I had purposely chosen to park at a restaurant because I had planned to fill my empty stomach after my postponed lunch.  
Dave didn't respond right away. I ignored the silence during the call which lasted a few seconds and focused on the building in front of me.  
I decided to get out of the car with the phone still pressed to my ear. My eyes were observing the building, its walls were mostly made of glass, revealing a few visitors inside. I kept walking toward the entrance while still observing.  
Suddenly, my body tensed.  
As my feet stopped, Dave's voice reached my ear.  
"Seriously? What a coincidence, Steve and I are at Violet’s Cafe."  
My body instinctively held its breath. I grimaced inside as my eyes spotted Steve and Dave inside the building. Of course, they were visitors.  
The next second, my eyes met Steve's. We stared at each other for a few seconds.  
I was unsure how to react. Steve didn't show any change in attitude.  
In a normal situation, I would have raised my hand and waved at Steve with a smile.  
But after what had happened between us, I instead looked up at the sky as if it were more interesting than Steve's handsome face.  
At least the sky was more interesting than anything near my feet, so I didn't look down.  
"Why didn't you say anything earlier?" I grumbled to myself.  
If I had known they were here, I wouldn't have gotten out of the car.  
"What? Oh, I see you." Dave’s voice came through the phone again.  
I closed my eyes hearing Dave's response.  
"Okay," I said, opening my eyes.  
After exhaling a breath that didn’t seem to lift my mood, I turned around.  
"I just remembered something. I have to go somewhere now, I think I’ll have to postpone my lunch. There's something I need to do."  
A cliché excuse to leave. I knew that, but I did want to do something.  
Yes, leaving here was what I wanted to do.  
"Where are you going?" I stopped myself from hanging up the call that was still going on and decided to answer honestly.  
"I’m going to the apartment. That's all, okay?" After saying that, I immediately ended the call.  
In a hurry, I walked toward my car, opened the door, and got in. During our call, I had forgotten to ask why Dave was calling in the first place.  
I didn’t expect my brain to think so quickly in that situation. I didn’t expect I would have the idea of going to Steve’s apartment. My mind saw an opportunity to grab my things while Steve was out of the apartment.  
I had no idea what Steve thought of me when he saw me turn and leave earlier. I didn't mean to offend him.  
The ringtone of my phone made me stop thinking. I saw the same number. Dave was calling again.  
I answered and connected it to my wireless earphones.  
I could hear Dave calling my name again as I had already left the parking area.  
"What now?" I asked quietly, trying to keep my voice from sounding harsh.  
"Wait for us at the apartment and don’t leave before we get there." My eyes almost popped out when I heard Steve’s voice in my ear. What is going on?  
"What?" I asked suddenly, feeling like an idiot. I didn’t understand, was there something wrong with my ears?  
Wasn’t it Dave who called me earlier? Why was Steve’s voice coming through now?  
Earlier, I was sure Dave was the one who called my name first when the call started. But now, the person answering my question was someone else.  
"I need to talk about something. More precisely, I need to deliver a message from Mum." I froze for a few seconds.  
"Okay." It was probably uncomfortable for him to talk over the phone, so he probably wanted to speak in person at the apartment.  
We will meet today. It seemed impossible to avoid seeing Steve today.  
I couldn’t keep avoiding Steve. The reason I was going to his apartment was to avoid facing him, but now it was the opposite.  
By going to Steve's apartment, I wouldn't be stuck having lunch in the same place as him. By grabbing my things when Steve was out, I wouldn’t be in the same place as him for much longer, because I would move out.  
Oh well, whether it’s today or tomorrow, we’d have to face each other. This issue was not fully resolved yet.  
Maybe the three of them could have a party now that their engagement could be canceled.  
But Dave should be the one to treat us. I snorted tiredly.  
What kind of idea was that? I was probably too tired.  
"Are you okay?" I had forgotten our call was still ongoing.  
No, I thought Steve had already hung up.  
"Yeah," I answered hesitantly.  
"See you at the apartment later."  
"Yeah," I replied again, and our call ended.  
My gaze was focused on the road I was driving on. However, my thoughts were split between driving and thinking about what Mrs. Felton's message to Steve might be.  
Suddenly, I smiled. Maybe this week was the most thrilling day for me. When Mrs. Felton came to me with a marriage proposal, then three days later, I could meet Steve in person and stay at his apartment.  
Two days later, I had already canceled our engagement. Ah, if I count again, I only stayed at Steve’s apartment for twenty-four hours. Just one day.  
One day living with Steve was not something I could forget easily. Well, it wasn’t that bad, right?  
But right now, who am I trying to deceive? Myself?  
No. I’m not lying. I’m honestly saying I was happy interacting with Steve.  
But just because I’m happy now doesn’t mean I won’t be sad later.  
Thinking about not interacting with Steve again for the next few days was enough to make my vision blur with tears.  
If I had known it would end up like this, would I still want to accept Mrs. Felton’s offer to marry her son?  
Maybe I regret it.  
But this was the first time I could get this close to Steve, even if it was only for a short time.