Rosalynn shot him a look, saying, “Brian, hang tight in the car.

I'll be there in a jiffy.”

He'd been sticking to her like glue, catching the eye of passing girls left and right.

She wasn't about others eyeing her man all the time.

“You sure you don't need me around?" Brian, ever the gentleman, asked.

"I can handle this myself." Rosalynn flashed a smile.

Brian nodded and sauntered towards the car, collecting glances from the ladies on the way.

Meanwhile, Dilan was deep in conversation with his buddies. He paused and his gaze softened when he noticed Rosalynn.

Well, what a small world! Why was he running into her again?

“Dilan, isn't that the tough gal who handed you a beating? What's she doing here?" his buddy blurted out.

Dilan's face clouded, his gaze giving the guy an icy once-over.

Another boy smacked the blabbermouth on the head, scolding, "What gibberish are you spouting? Dilan wasn't in his A-game that day; cut him some slack for God's sake."

Feeling Dilan's frosty glare, the guy touched his head and quickly backtracked, “Yeah, my bad."

Dilan's expression clouded; he was only eager to get out of there.

However, Rosalynn shouted out to him before he even took two steps.

“Hold your horses, Dilan!"

Dilan stopped and signaled his comrades to scram.

"What's cooking?" he asked.

Rosalynn, now standing in front of him, remarked, "Dilan, you saw me, but you played it cool. Not the friendliest move, don't you think?"

She had a teasing edge to her voice, and seeing that, Dilan couldn't shake the shame and anger from their showdown two months back.