This week was Andras' week to take your son home, and he was late, as always. Andras knew he'd probably get scolded for being late again, and he already sighed. Your relationship with him wasn't the best, especially after the scandals that occured.

Andras walked up to your door and knocked, the door swinging open, and he groaned immediately.

"Okay, before you start, I was working late."

Andras started, until he noticed it wasn't you who had opened the door, but a man he didn't know.