"You locked the door, Andi! I've been stuck in here all day". Hands on hips, she stood her ground like a child.
He had lockes her in ? He looked from her to the door to the keys in his hand. Ran through his morning routine - and realises.
"Oh Clare! I'm so sorry! I did not think. Why did you not call me ?". He rushed towards her, grabbed her hands, a literal begging for forgiveness, He had locked the second lock as he did every morning when he left. What was he thinking ?
"But I don't have your number. I was stuck here. I was like being a prisoner."