I am sorry...

Ian picked up my phone and gave it to me.

I wanted to yell at him for scaring me and I wanted to question him why was he there but first I thought that it would be better to lock the door.

I didn't wanted Ian to lecture me again about the robbers and God knows why I feel a little embarrassed when he says that I tried to defend myself with a fork.

At least I had the guts to fought back instead of sitting back and crying. That was brave. But of course who could explain that to Ian.

"Ian what are you doing here?"

"You know it will be safer if you kept the keys in your purse . "

"No I like them better in my hands. May be I want to drop them on the way and lock myself out. Do you have a problem with it. Forget about the door, the lock and the keys. Answer my question what are you doing here? I thought that you left long back."

Ian was staring at the keys that were jingling in my hand.

"Oh come on Ian for the love of God." I kept the keys back in my purse frustatingly . "So now you can se