BASELESS ACCUSATION

Diane’s P.O.V.

“Hey, it’s getting late… aren’t you going home? I can drive you,” Lorenz offered while throwing his half-used cigarette in a nearby trash can. I did the same thing with the frap container I already used up.

I just nodded at Lorenz, then we walked side-by-side to where his car was parked. Because it was unquestionably a stressful, annoying, and maddening day for me, I accepted his offer of driving me home. I also didn’t want to commute and walk.

Lorenz was truly a gentleman while opening the door for me. After the scene that happened last month, what circulated in EGC was about a romantic...