Avery felt Elliot's body stiffen as he stood next to her.

The outfit he wore made him look much younger, however, he was still treated like an older person.

It must have bothered him.

"I'm Avery's—"

Elliot began to speak, but Avery interrupted him by grabbing his hand, then explained, "I don't know this guy. It's cold out here. Let's head to the car!"

At the same time, Tammy pulled the student out of their way.

Avery threw Tammy a look of gratitude, then helped Elliot to walk toward the black Rolls-Royce.

"Your legs haven't fully recovered," she said in a concerned voice. "You shouldn't be walking around like this."

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Elliot said.

His eyes landed on the bouquet of flowers in Avery's arms.

"There's a gift in the bouquet," he said awkwardly.

"What?" Avery said as she stared at Elliot in shock. "You got me a gift? I didn't get you anything, though."

The air around them turned thick with uneasiness.

They had spent the past week at home. How did he find