Bettie arched an eyebrow and inquired, "Do you regret it?"

"No, I don't," Sabrina replied resolutely.

After finishing their meal, she retreated to her room to delve into the script.

Beyond the confines of her apartment, rain plummeted with unwavering intensity. Lightning streaked across the sky, while thunder reverberated through the air.

Sabrina pored over the script. The once-familiar words now eluded her comprehension.

Lost in thought, she stole a glance at the window.

Was Tyrone still standing there?

Did he believe she could be swayed by his persistence? Humph!

Ten minutes later, she retrieved an umbrella and descended the stairs with hushed steps.

Anxiety compelled her to close the door gently to avoid detection by Bettie.

She comforted herself that she was not soft-hearted. She simply didn't want Tyrone to remain outside and sought to let him leave.

Stepping outside the apartment building's hall, she was met with the relentless onslaught of rain against her umbrella.

A brisk gust of wind, intermingled with the chill of the rain, made her shiver.

She scanned her surroundings and spotted a towering figure beneath a streetlamp.

Tyrone stood resolute in the downpour, seemingly impervious to the cold.

His silhouette, illuminated by the lamplight, seemed all the more solitary.

Biting her lower lip, Sabrina approached.

Tyrone's face was drenched, his eyes flickering with a glimmer of hope upon seeing Sabrina.

She still had sympathy for him.

Sabrina calmly offered him the umbrella and said, "You can leave now.