Hearing his safety reminders, Jasmine Yale couldn't help but laugh, "Are you that bored at the airport? Do you want me to come over?"
"There's no need for that, just be extra careful at home when you're alone."
"Thank you, Mr. Carbon."
Jasmine knew Yukon Carbon was a very meticulous person. He paid attention to every little detail.
They chatted for a few more moments before the elevator reached the eighth floor.
"I've got to go, I'm home now, bye. If the plane hasn't taken off in a bit, I'll call you again," said Jasmine.
"Okay."
Jasmine put down Sweet Kitty and put away her phone.
As she walked ahead, Sweet Kitty scampered along beside her feet.
The hallway was unusually quiet, with only her footsteps audible.
Occasionally, Sweet Kitty would meow.
The entrance to the apartment was a blind spot where the lighting was dim and one could barely see their own hand.
But the neighborhood had always been safe, so Jasmine had never worried about anything.