Roland's arms became empty. He looked up at Samara who was walking ahead, but he was not in a hurry, he followed her slowly. "Why are you walking so fast, don't I know how to eat you?"
Samara tripped over herself when she heard him.
Roland hurried forward to support her. "Be careful."
Samara glared at him. "Why are you like a peacock with its tail open."
"Did that attract a beautiful peahen?"
He was shameless, he was willing to be a beast.
Samara laughed angrily at him, stood firmly and walked forward to open the door with her hands together, she put down her bag, and lowered her head to change her shoes.
Roland closed the door softly, and bent over to help her take the slippers out of the shoe cabinet. The movement was natural and smooth, as if he had been doing it since a long time ago.