Maggie felt a little sheepish at the gesture and said, "Oh, you don't have to, ladies. I don't want you to spend too much."

Karina raised an eyebrow her way and retorted playfully, "Do we look like we're short on cash to you?"

Maggie couldn't help but chuckle. "Fine. I guess I owe you guys one."

As they were about to leave, Tilda walked in.

“Leaving so soon, Rosalynn, Karina?"

“Hi, Tilda. Yeah, we're leaving to grab a meal. By the way, this is Maggie Shear, a close friend of Karina and me. Maggie, this is Tilda Larson, the screenwriter,"

Rosalynn happily introduced the two.

After the two shook hands, Karina suggested, “Why don't you join us, Tilda?"

Tilda smiled regretfully. "I'll pass. I've got to go home early for Sheldon. You guys enjoy your meal."

"Oh, come on. It'll be more fun with everyone together,"

Karina insisted. "You can bring Sheldon along. I've been dying to meet him. Rosalynn's been singing his praises so much, while I haven't had the chance to see him yet."

Rosalynn chimed in with a warm laugh, "Yes, Tilda. Come with us and tell Elma to take Sheldon to the restaurant. I'd love to get a better look at him, too. Who knows? I might conceive a baby as adorable as him if I see him often."

Easily convinced, Tilda nodded with a smile, saying, “Alright, I'll call Elma and ask if Sheldon already had eaten dinner."

At the playground in the apartment complex, Elma watched Lyndon play soccer with Sheldon.

Ever since Sheldon snagged Lyndon's number, he'd call him up regularly, asking him to come over.

Lyndon, always happy to oblige, never hesitated to fulfill the kid's wishes.

Seeing Sheldon drenched in sweat but beaming with joy and giggles, Elma couldn't help but share his happiness.

"It would be wonderful if Tilda could warm up to Lyndon too," she said with a sigh.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Tilda.

Elma answered, "Hello, Tilda."