When that was done he made sure the blinds were closed and then he turned on the kitchen light himself.
"That's one thing that you don't need to do. You can break the door or it can fall and shatter which makes a shitload of noise." He looked around and then walked to the kitchen window next to the kitchenette. He unlatched it and then nodded at her. "There. Check it every so often to make sure your mother doesn't notice its not latched."
"Thank you," she said shyly.
He walked to the refrigerator and opened it. She didn't mind; he deserved something to drink after riding her all the way up the hill.
"I can make us some hot chocolate," she offered.
He nodded his acceptance. "When will your mother be home?"