You Are My First Guest

Even though Abigail was confused by what Sawyer wanted to say, she nodded, curious to hear his suggestions.

"Abby, since you rent this place, I suggest you change your door passwords. I can see that the security here is decent, but you can't trust people easily, right?" Sawyer expressed his concern sincerely.

Abigail sighed deeply, recalling how many times she had considered changing it.

Before she could respond, Sawyer smiled, rubbed his eyebrow slightly, and looked away. He felt somewhat foolish and nosy suggesting it, especially since he noticed the suspicion flash in her eyes.

"Abby, sorry if I sound too weird or overly concerned about your personal affairs. I only suggest this because I care about you," Sawyer's words abruptly stopped. He worried his words might confuse her further. He had already left her puzzled since they were in the car heading to this place.

Abigail hurriedly answered.