âI came to see a patient.
How about you? Are you unwell?â Lyndonâs voice was laced with concern.
With an air of indifference, Rosalynn responded, âItâs just a minor female issue.
Iâm seeking some advice.
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She preferred to keep her test a secret until the results were revealed, to avoid any potential embarrassment.
âWhere are you off to? I could offer you a ride.
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Lyndon deftly shifted the conversation, a smile gracing his lips.
Rosalynn considered for a moment.
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âIâve just finalized a contract, and my schedule is clear for the day.
Iâm at a bit of a loose end.
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Since the construction crew hadnât yet commenced work, she could afford a leisurely day.
Lyndon offered, âI know Skrix quite well.
How about I give you a tour?â
Casting a brief glance his way, she queried, âWill this take up too much of your time?â
âNot at all, letâs head out,â he insisted, preferring her company above all else.
Even if he had prior engagements, he would forsake them.
Lyndon strode to his vehicle, courteously opening the door for her.
Rosalynn expressed her gratitude and settled into the passenger seat.
Lyndon shut the door and cast a sidelong glance at the nearby corner.
It appeared that a shadow was hiding there.
He focused his sight, then after a short while, diverted his attention.
Once inside the car, he began to drive her around.
During the drive, he shared insights about the cultural landmarks they passed.
His voice was a joy to listen to as he described things in depth.
Rosalynn playfully remarked, âYou know the city so well.
Did I accidentally recruit a volunteer tour guide today?â
Lyndon offered a smile.
âYes, because Iâ¦â
He paused, a smile playing on his lips as he continued, âIâve been here quite often.
Skrix is familiar to me.
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