Strange questions

It was two weeks after meeting John that I noticed something odd about him. It wasn't obvious at first, and I seemed to have overlooked it when we were in college. Or you could say he started it new. He said something about feeling too lazy to climb the stairs during our first lunch together after the reunion, right?

It turned out he needed my permission before he could enter both my office and car, something that didn't sit well with me.

The first time I asked him to meet me at the office, but he asked something odd. “Should I come in?”

That was his question when I called to tell him I was busy and would like to have lunch with him in my office.

Playfully, “I told him yes, of course.”

And that was why he met me upstairs. From that time, he didn't ask for permission and always came up on his way back to work.

I had forgotten that incident until the day he came in a cab. I offered to drive to the restaurant he chose. Instead of entering the car like a normal person would, he asked