Benedict went to the top floor of the apartment with Freya via the lift on the 20th floor. Benedict held Freya's hand, his heart telling him that Freya had a very complicated problem in her eyes.
Benedict swiped his card into the scan machine beside his room door; Benedict grabbed the white doorknob and entered his room unit.
"Come on in! Make yourself at home; there are also two rooms. You can choose one of them!" Benedict pulled Freya's hand.
"Thank you, Benedict; sorry to trouble you. I promise to repay your kindness." Freya's stomach rumbled; she hadn't eaten since noon.
"No need to be shy." Benedict smiled. "Are you hungry? I'll get you something; the luxury apartment food is still available around 20.00 and 17.30."
"No need, Benedict, I can find it myself; it'll be too much trouble for you!" Freya shook her head lightly.
They both don't want to know about each other's problems. Benedict with his problems and Freya with hers.