After a few minutes with Ami, who just kept silent, hugging his waist from behind, the bike on which they rode now arrived at the high building's parking lot. Haru shut off the motor then waited for a while until Ami finished getting out of the cab.
The girl, Ami, still remained silent with her pale-faced face while Haru pulled her wrists down the corridor to the floor where the man was living.
Haru gave a quick glance at Ami next to him and then pressed the several numbers under the doorknob to enter the entry code a little later than usual. Haru kindly did that to see if Ami still remembered his apartment code.
"I remember, one zero zero eight, right? Your date of birth," chirped Ami with a dull tone.
Hearing from that annoying tone of voice, Haru could conclude that the girl's feelings seemed to have changed better than ever. Haru just smiled lightly at Ami's harsh tone and pushed the door wide open.
