Nathaniel, visibly frustrated, took a deep breath and said, "I forgot to grab my room key, and now I’m locked out."
Frey paused, peering past him to see that his door was indeed closed.
"I rushed over when I heard you were back, but the door locked behind me," Nathaniel explained.
"Isn’t it a combination lock?" Frey asked, incredulous that he could make such a basic mistake.
Nathaniel sighed, "I just moved in and didn’t have time to change the lock to a combination or fingerprint one."
To prove his point, he gestured towards his door, showing it had a different lock than hers.
Seeing Nathaniel in his casual home attire, Frey asked, "Don’t your brothers live nearby?"
Nathaniel shrugged, "No, I’ve told them to stay away. If you don’t believe me, call them."
Skeptical, Frey dialed Koen’s number. After a long delay, Koen answered, the sound of loud electronic music in the background revealing he was at a bar.
With a sigh, Frey turned back to Nathaniel, who said, "Frey, I know I made a huge mistake, but considering I saved you from the fire, can’t you let me stay inside tonight instead of freezing in the corridor?"
Seeing Nathaniel standing there, looking like a forlorn bear, Frey felt a pang of guilt. She knew she owed him for saving her life in the fire.
Noticing the scar on the back of his neck, Frey sighed and stepped aside.
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