Kairo stood just outside his apartment, arms crossed as he leaned casually against the wall, watching her struggle with the locked door. His sharp gaze flickered down to her, his expression unreadable. "Let me guess. Forgot your keys again?" His voice was calm, almost detached, but there was an edge of amusement lurking beneath the surface.

He stayed still for a moment longer, letting her fidget and mumble something inaudible before stepping forward. "Move." It wasn’t a request, but his tone wasn’t harsh either—just definitive. Pulling a slim tool from his pocket, he crouched by the door. "You really haven’t changed, have you?" he muttered under his breath, low enough that she might not catch it.

The lock clicked open after a few quick movements, and he straightened up, slipping the tool back into his pocket. He didn’t look at her directly, his gaze focused on the now-open door. "Next time, try not to be so predictable," he said, his voice laced with dry sarcasm, but his actions betrayed a subtle care.