NovelEnglish"Don't wanna wait? You can leave, as if anyone's dying to see you," Leda couldn't help but sneer, her impatience
shining through. "With that attitude, you're asking for favors?" York took a deep breath, feeling as if he was
walking a tightrope.
This woman knew kickboxing, and if he pissed her off, he'd be the one eating dirt.
"Hey, don't be mad," he quickly put on a smile, "I told you it's an emergency. You being all cool and collected, of
course, | got ideas."
"Spit it out then." Leda glanced inside his car, "And... you got any cigarettes?"
"For what?"
"Giveone."
York let out a resigned sigh and turned back to his car, retrieving a cigarette and lighter to hand over to her.
Leda didn't take them. Instead, she crossed her arms and shot him a look that was part amused, part annoyed.
"Fine," York nodded, "Here | am, thinking I'm looking for a date, and | end up with a queen."
Saying so, he bent down to light her cigarette.
It was the first tYork had ever lit a cigarette for a woman.
And the first the saw someone make smoking look so elegant.
"So, what's up?" Leda let out a puff of smoke, the rising cloud briefly masking her face.
York hesitated. "My mom somehow got it into her head that you and | are dating. She's demanding | bring you
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthto meet her, just laid down the ultimatum."
"We had a deal, remember? Help each other out, no strings attached, keep our own lives. You remember, right?"
"I remember," Leda nodded.
"I've already covered for you with your mom, now it's your turn to help me."
"Sure." Leda agreed readily, "Just meeting the parents, right? Don't be scared, | got you."
"...Really?" York was skeptical.
"But there's a small condition."
"I knew it! What's the catch? Let's hear it."
"Lendyour car for a couple of days." Leda strolled over, a cigarette in one hand, the other patting the hood
of the car. Thump, thump, two solid pats!
York's heart skipped in tandem, "Hey, be gentle, don't break it..."
"So, is it a deal?"
"Deal!" He tossed the car keys to her, "You said two days, not a second more."
Leda caught them, weighing them in her hand, Thanks. Sendthe when and where on my phone. Oh, and
sendwhat your mom's ideal type of girl is like, long hair onshort, what style of dress, all of it."
"Do we really need to go that far?"
"Of course," Leda raised an eyebrow, "I'm very professional."
As she finished her cigarette, she crushed it out against a lamppost and tossed it expertly into a nearby trash
can.
York watched, captivated by her smooth moves.
"Chere," Leda tilted her chin up.
"For what?" Despite his words, he moved closer as instructed.
"Put your hand on my shoulder."
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on Leda's shoulder,
resting, his hand was already et
hint of hesitation.
Leda's mouth twitched, "What do you call me?"
"Leda?"
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"Nope."
"Sweetheart?"
"Wrong."
"Baby?"
"York, are you trying to be disgusting?"
"Fiery lady!"
"Looking for a smack? Callproperly."
"Leda-"
"That's better!"
York touched his nose, "Well, about that... wasn'twho said it."
Leda suddenly realized what he meant.
Both turned around to see Roseanne
standing at the mouth of the alley holding her purse, eyes wide with
shock as she looked at them
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