“Tsk, how am I supposed to take him home if I don’t even know how to get into his penthouse?”

Angel fumbled in Xander’s trouser pocket to find the card key to his penthouse, but she couldn’t find anything in his pants pocket. Instead, she found a receipt for gas and drinks at a 24-hour convenience store.

“Hey, what should I do to take you home?”

Angel put her hands on her hips. She was in the parking lot of her apartment, confused and frustrated because she didn't know how to get ...