"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Andrew asked again. Making sure of me—perhaps—if my answer might change or not. Since we left earlier, Andrew had been incessantly repeating the same question.

It felt like I was getting tired of answering myself. For the last time, I responded with a sarcastic glance.

"Oh... okay. You can handle it on your own," Andrew grinned.

I let out a soft sigh in response. "The door, Andrew." When I pulled the handle, it turned out that the automatic lock ...