Roxanne stared at the shard of glass by her feet. Her face etched into a frown as her eyes roamed the countless sharp fragments of the shattered glass.
“Oh no!” She finally spoke and when she glanced in Lance’s direction, he was simply watching her with a blank expression.
Roxanne took this as his usual stoic expression, unaware of the joyous emotion he was feeling after seeing her on her feet.
“I…I’ll clean it up.” Roxanne said and bent down to gather the shard of glass- once a cherished memory of him and his late mother.
She expected Lance to have a raging outburst and mercilessly scold her for her carelessness.
But To her great surprise, barely seconds passed before Lance showed up directly above her, concern etched on his face. Rather than admonishing her, he quickly bent down and
