At this moment, Dirk Carter was indeed quite troubled.
Upon hearing Athena Meyer's suggestion, he asked, "Your home? Is it far?"
"It's not my home; it's a rented apartment, just across the street."
There wasn't a better option available now.
They couldn't just stand there endlessly.
He thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll trouble you."
The two took a breath and glanced at each other, then quickly dashed into the rain.
They rushed downstairs into the complex, both becoming drenched again.
Entering Athena Meyer's home, a cozy little nook welcomed his sight.
It was a one-bedroom apartment.
Not very big, probably only over thirty square meters.
A bed was sectioned off by a cabinet, and outside was a small living room, which also functioned as a dining area, not too large with a couch.
There was a very small kitchen and bathroom on the side.
The whole room was clearly visible.
