“I'LL simply take a cab," Paisley declared, understanding the tension between Rena and Waylen.

Reluctantly, Rena hailed a taxi for Paisley.

Her eyes were fixed on her friend's diminishing silhouette as it disappeared into the starlit night.

Overwhelmed with a profound sense of loss, Rena found herself standing alone in the darkness, grappling with her emotions.

"Rena," a voice called out, pulling her attention away from her melancholic thoughts.

She turned around, her gaze meeting Waylen's as he stood beneath the neon lights.

The radiance only accentuated his delicate features, captivating her once again.

After what seemed like an eternity, Rena spoke in a slow, measured tone.

"Have you concluded your business discussions?"

Waylen nodded, understanding the weight of the question.

Taking the car keys from Rena's hand, he spoke up softly, his concern evident.

"You're not in the best state. Let me drive."

Rena agreed, her weariness evident as she leaned against the seat.

When they got on the car, he asked her, "To my place?"

"Snowball is at my place. Let's drop you off and I'll head back to my apartment," she murmured, her voice filled with fatigue.

Observing Rena's detached demeanor, Waylen furrowed his brow, though he concealed any disappointment.

Instead, he offered considerately, "Then we'll spend the night at your place. Rest for now, and I'll handle the walk later."

Rena did not object.

She was aware that opposing his suggestion might convey a sense of stinginess or excessive concern on her part.

While driving, Waylen asked casually, "Did you have dinner with Paisley? She seemed unwell."

Nodding, Rena recounted the recent events to Waylen.

As she finished speaking, Waylen brought the car to a halt at an intersection, the red Light illuminating the space ahead.