The moment Aleysia stepped foot back in Longyearbyen, Whitney was the first to leap forward, enveloping Aleysia in a warm, welcoming embrace. "You're back!" Whitney exclaimed, her voice brimming with relief and joy.
As Whitney's greeting echoed through the cafe, Yolanda approached, a gentle smile lighting up her weathered features. Her eyes danced between Aleysia and the figure beside her—Medusa.
"Really busy, huh?" Yolanda spoke, her gaze settling on Medusa with a knowing look.
Medusa's lips curved into a playful smile as she replied, "What can I say? I have a sweetheart to take care of." Her eyes softened as she glanced affectionately at Aleysia.
Yolanda's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and disbelief as Medusa's words sank in. "I never saw her this glowing up," she said, her gaze flickering between Aleysia and the enigmatic woman beside her.
"So, did you bring what I texted you?" Yolanda asked, a hint of eagerness in her voice.
