'It's you.' Nur pants.

Dylan's eyebrow quirks up. 'What do you mean?'

'I mean, I thought someone was following me just like the other day,' she adjusts the strap of her bag.

'The other day? When you had the accident?'

'Yeah. When you crashed your car into me,' she places her hand on her ribs, 'It still hurts.'

'I am truly sorry. That is the reason I am here.'

'What? Are you gonna offer me a ride?'

'I didn't bring the car.'

Nur scoffs. 'Alright then,' she turns around to walk away, 'guess I'll see you never.'

'Am I assuming wrong or are you being a—

'—a gold digger? I am just tired, that's all.'

Dylan falls into step with her, 'I am sorry. Do you want me to call a cab?'

Nur whirls around, keeping her distance but also being close. 'Why are you being so nice?'

'I am not.' Dylan says quickly. 'I am just trying to make up my deed.'

'You don't have to,' She says, 'It is alright. I don't want to trouble you.'

'It's ...' Dylan trails off as he looks at the falling leaves. 'It is not like that, I can assure you.'

Nur just nods as she breaths in the air that swishes past her. She swirls around it, a touch of joy warms her chest. The fabric around her head dances with it while she gazes up on the tree that sheds its leaves. The glistening moonlight filters through the branches. 'It is beautiful, isn't it?'

'Not really,' Dylan, disgusted, speaks.

Nur stares at him. 'What? Are you kidding me?'

'No,' he dusts the leaves on his coat away, 'I don't like Fall. It creates a lot of mess.'

Nur gives him another deathly stare. 'Can you like, not be a Billionaire for a second and enjoy the moment?'

'Excuse me?' Dylan looks offended.

Nur bites down on her bottom lip, 'Nothing.'

Silence.

Awkward silence that led Nur to fiddling with the fabric of her hijab.

'Are you going to walk me all the way back to my home?'

Dylan, looking at the road ahead of him, nods.

'Then walk slower. It is only ten.' Nur adjusts her headscarf around her head. It has started hurting for she has been wearing it since the morning.

'You should get home earlier so you can come to work earlier.'

'To be honest,' Nur kicks a leaf out of her way that just sways in the air before lading back on the pavement, 'I don't have much work there. It is just me, Cora and one customer or sometimes none. No one visits.'

Dylan cocks his head. 'That is because no one knows about it. How can you expect customers to come to your place when they don't even know it exists?'

'Yeah but we don't have any budget too.'

'Then start a partnership.'

'Cora will never agree,' Nur's eyes trace the full moon in the sky, 'and besides, she likes working on her own even if she does not get a thing. There are so many upgrades that the place needs and I have so many plans but Cora, she will just scold me shut.'

'Who is Cora?'

'My boss.'

Dylan stayed silent before he spoke, 'If you have so many plans, then I'd suggest you to start working on them now, despite what others think.'

'Easy said then done.'

'Improvement comes when you try, Nur.' Dylan stops before the door of her house. He turns around, facing Nur. Taking his hand out of his pocket, he picks up a now dead flower from top of Nur's head. Her eyes widen as she senses the closeness. 'Just trust yourself.' He places the flower on her palm.

Nur looks at the withered flower. The faded pink velvet has started to turn into darker colour, depicting the end of its life. Dylan nods, and walks away.

A smile colours Nur's lonely soul as she, upon looking at it's stem, notices the streak of green running a course through the yellow of the flower's leaf.

Strange though, it was all she needed; hope.

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