Better

"It's up to you what you love, why should you care what others think?" Leslie said lightly as she looked at me.

I was busy casually saying something to relieve her, "You owe me an orange in this life, you'll have to pay it back in the next life, remember."

"Your girlfriend," she continued, "why didn't you see her come to you?"

Leslie didn't notice my complicated mental activities as she continued to ask, "If you don't care, then why are you still..."

I said to Leslie, a little guiltily, "I really did overdo it, didn't I?" If I hadn't scared Maleah, Leslie wouldn't have had to do some of the odd jobs that Maleah was supposed to do, like sweeping the floor. But Leslie didn't seem to care, she just smiled and turned her head to look at me, and then proceeded to bend down and sweep away the dust on the floor that only Leslie herself could notice. After completing all the odd jobs, Leslie sat down at the counter to check the orders as usual, while I stayed quietly at the side and didn