This is why... I noticed that no one was approaching us. It was a little dark, but there was still serving light because the dim lights had been turned on before we could enter. I could feel him swaying playfully with our folded hands. Restricted—loosened and toyed with hand. The feeling that you are nervous, and it seems that something is electrifying your system from what he is doing.

We came to a halt in front of a door. He looked at me. When he knocked, I cringed.

"Knock-knock," he says.

My brow furrowed even more, but I laughed as well. He licked his lower lip. Is he kidding? I...