She closed the door. I stood there for a moment longer, then clapped my hands once, turned around, and walked back to the car. Damn it. Mendy was the reason I had become a subject of a Goddess in the first place, and now she probably thought I didn't care about her at all. If I could just tell her the truth about that… but no. Too dangerous.
"Could've gone better," I muttered as I put on my seatbelt. "Minus four points and a scolding… I'll take that."
My phone buzzed inside my pocket when I was about to turn onto the street. Fishing it out, I saw that… I had an email. From Layla. Right, she used email. Man, she really wasn't trusting me, I guess, huh? Not even giving me her social media, just her email.
'Hey, sorry about the other night. About the unexpected guest.'
