Although Hart said it was just an ordinary gathering and there's no need to dress too formally, Kemp still changed into a new outfit, repeatedly drawing deep breaths to ease his nervous emotions.
Looking at the door before him, Kemp felt like a recent graduate standing at the office door, waiting to hear the interviewer call his name, starting a torture that felt like an interrogation.
"Are you nervous?"
The girl said as she gently wrapped her arm around Kemp, smiling at him.
"A little," Kemp nodded, tugging at his collar, feeling somewhat suffocated, "Aren't you nervous, Shelley?"
Shelley said, "I'm alright. Didn't Hart say they wouldn't eat us?"
"I think they're just too lazy to shave Hart's fur," Kemp joked, trying to ease his own tension, "Just think about all that fur Hart has; trying to eat him would be such a hassle."
Shelley was amused by Kemp's words and, seeing him more relaxed, tapped on the door and then pulled it open.
