“Ah...” Cristofer clutched his left arm, wincing in pain.

“Are... Are you okay?” Estelle asked, feeling apologetic. “I didn’t mean to push your left arm. I’m sorry, but why did you suddenly approach me?”

“I just wanted to fasten the seat belt for you. What did you think I was trying to do?” Cristofer replied sullenly.

Realizing her misunderstanding, Estelle felt embarrassed. She quickly fastened her seat belt and said, “I... I can do it myself.”

“You took my belt.”

“What?” Estelle looked down, flustered, and noticed that she had mistakenly fastened the seat belt from Cristofer’s seat into her buckle.

“I knew you would be mistaken. You’ve always been...