Luna Sutton took the steps, pondering how to broach the subject of body conditioning with Zeke.
Don't be fooled by Zeke's sharp tongue; deep down, he's a stubborn softie. Not only does he have an overpowering ego, but he's also very sensitive about his image.
If he senses her true intent, slamming the door in anger would be just the least of it.
A lashing of cutting words would be inevitable.
Thinking about this, she had already reached the second floor.
Zeke's room was at the far east of the second floor, the door slightly ajar.
She stood outside, took a deep breath, and silently bolstered herself: It's fine, just 'organizing the body, enhancing physique,' a perfectly valid and natural reason, respecting his pride while tending to his needs. Zeke is so smart, he'll surely grasp her roundabout concern.
She raised her hand and gently knocked on the door twice.
"Knock, knock."
No response from inside, only silence.
After waiting for a few moments, she pushed the door open.
