"The mechanism is on the other side of the door, Nathan. It isn't going to help you no matter how long you stare at it," Angela said, a soft sigh leaving her lips as she propped up her head on her arm and dipped one of the cookies into the milk. This really was going to be a long couple of hours if he was going to spend all of them glowering at the door like a teenager who wasn't getting his way instead of acting like the man who was nearing middle age that he was.
"Relax, have a cookie," Angela said, nudging the plate toward him with a soft smile.