After ending the call, Ste swiftly changed into suitable attire and headed out to meet Devyn.


    They had agreed to rendezvous at Ste’s preferred coffee shop.


    Upon arrival, however, Ste didn’t spot Devyn.


    Opting for a table, she ordered her beloved drink, though her injured hand prevented her from indulging in coffee as per her doctor’s advice.


    Matthew had stashed away all the coffee at home, leaving her eagerly anticipating the taste.


    As she took her first sip, a contented smile graced her lips.


    With Devyn still nowhere in sight, Ste decided to make productive use of her time and opened herptop to resume work.


    About ten minutester, the jingle of the cafe door drew Ste’s attention.


    ncing up, she caught sight of Devyn, her Long-unseen friend.


    Hastily shutting down herptop, Ste rose from her seat to greet her warmly.


    Ste observed Devyn with concern, scrutinizing her appearance before gently touching her arm.


    Frowning, she inquired, “Why have you lost so much weight? Matthew mentioned that you had resigned.


    What have you been up totely?”


    She guided Devyn to a seat beside her as the waiter brought another cup of coffee.


    Devyn smiled.


    “I’m still working as a designer.


    I’veunched an online store and have been involved in various private projects.


    That’s probably why I’ve shed a few pounds.


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    Devyn’s demeanor seemed slightly reserved as she lowered her head and adjusted the short hair near her ear.


    Ste asked with worry, “Have you been facing financial difficultiestely?”


    In her recollection, Devyn had always been a cheerful, carefree individual.


    Yet today, Devyn appeared different from the girl Ste remembered, exuding an air of seriousness and fatigue.


    Devyn shook her head, mustering a forced smile.


    “I’m just paying my dues working hard to establish my career.


    Please don’t worry about me.


    ”


    She then shifted her gaze to Ste’s injured hand, inquiring, “What happened to your hand?”


    Ste withdrew her hand, offering a brief exnation, “I injured it when a door mmed shut on me at an art exhibition.


    It’s nearly healed now.


    ”


    “I see,” Devyn responded with a tinge of sadness.


    “Your right hand is injured; you need it for your designs.


    You must care for yourself and allow your hand to heal fully.


    ”


    “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” Ste reassured Devyn with a smile.


    Devyn took a sip of her coffee before setting down the cup, her tone softening as she asked, “By the way, did you enter Be’spetition?”


    Ste confirmed that she had.


    Devyn’s gaze drifted to Ste’s hand as she inquired, “What about your injury, then?”