I looked at Ken right away. His eyes widened, and he pulled me gently.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“What is this?” he pointed at the coded door lock.
“Uhm, it’s a coded door lock.”
“Pare, I know what that is. You know his access code?”
I blushed at Ken’s question. “Uh, yeah. He gave it to me this morning. He said that he might be asleep, so he gave me the code in order not to disturb him.”
“Woah, that’s massive progress, my friend. From not telling anyone where he lives to giving his access code to you.”
“It’s good, but sometimes it worries me too.”
“Worries you how?”
“Well, you know. I’m just worried that he might be skipping some steps and it could take a toll on his overall progress. I think it’s better to take small steps sometimes rather than giant steps.”
“You have a point pare.
