“Understood,” Tyrone replied, a sense of contentment welling up within him at the prospect of gaining entry to her home.
It had been no small feat to earn this privilege.
The elevator jolted to a halt. Sabrina reached the door, inputted the security code, and slipped into her slippers.
Tyrone found amusement in her stealthy actions.
Sabrina glanced at Tyrone, signaling for silence with a finger to her lips. She quietly turned the doorknob and shook her head at him.
Tyrone entered her home with utmost discretion, making a beeline for her room.
Sabrina gently closed the door.
Before sealing her room door, she paused, inhaling deeply.
The path from the entrance to her room was damp, a consequence of Tyrone’s earlier intrusion.
Sabrina pivoted, fixing a stern gaze upon Tyrone.
“Remove your wet clothes and I’ll tend to the floor,” she directed.
With that, she shut her room door and proceeded to fetch the mop from the bathroom.
As Sabrina completed the task of floor-cleaning, she promptly returned the mop to its place. Just then, the adjacent room’s door creaked open.
Bettie emerged, her cup in hand, a perplexed expression adorning her features. She inquired, “Sabrina, have you mopped the floor?”
Sabrina nodded and casually gestured, “Yes, I noticed a bit of grime earlier.”
Bettie ambled over to Sabrina’s room and made a request, “Could I borrow your makeup remover? I just realized I left mine behind.”
Upon noticing that Bettie had touched the doorknob, Sabrina was taken aback.
“Wait!”
Following a momentary pause, Bettie turned to face Sabrina, bemused.
“What’s the matter? You’re acting as if there’s a man hiding in your room.”
“Well… I just remembered that I’ve run out of makeup remover. How about using my facial cleanser instead? It’s right there by the washbasin,” Sabrina suggested, her demeanor poised as though nothing unusual had occurred.
“Sounds good.”
Bettie proceeded to the bathroom.
Sabrina released a relieved breath.