When Katrina reaches out to wear the shoe, Aaron takes it back from her and keeps it out of her reach.
"You can't wear high heels when you have a sprained ankle," Aaron says, grabbing her other foot to take off the other shoe and puts it aside.
Katrina feels strange having her feet bare. She doesn't have any flat shoes to change into. "How do I get out of the car?"
"I'll carry you," he answers casually, finding it easier to carry her than waste time helping her limp her way upstairs.
The response embarrasses Katrina even more. She lowers her head, her face turning red. "No, we might run into a neighbor...It would not be good if someone saw us, it will create gossip," She quickly refuses his idea.
Even if her neighbors don't know her personally, they still know her by face. Running into someone while she's in Aaron's arms would be too humiliating to bear.
