[THE BENNET MANSION]
Atlas stopped as soon as he opened the front door, tilting his head to the side. Allen, who was standing outside the house, had his knuckles raised, as if he was about to knock when the door opened.
"Uh, Sir Atlas," Allen awkwardly dropped his hand and held it in front of him. "I was just about to knock, but it seems you're earlier than I expected."
Atlas didn't answer immediately, holding his briefcase across his body as he pointed to the side. "There's the doorbell. Why would you knock?"
"..." Allen's smile stiffened. "Sir, I'm nervous. That's why I seem to forget the most menial things."
"You mean the most obvious."
Allen's smile cracked, but he managed a quick inhale and exhale to compose himself. "Good morning, Sir."
"Morning." With that, Allen stepped aside, and Atlas resumed his steps out of the house. "You're earlier. I told you I'd pick you up."
