Chapter 7: The Second Meeting
Three days later, Olivia was leaving the hospital after another brutal shift when she saw the same black car waiting at the curb. This time the back window was rolled down. Alexander sat inside, looking far too composed for someone who had no real reason to be there.
Olivia stopped walking. Her bag felt heavier on her shoulder.
“You’re the man from the wrong car,” she said.
“I am,” he answered. “And you’re the woman who fell asleep in it. I thought you might like a proper ride home tonight. No wrong-car surprises.”
She should have said no.
She was too tired to be making decisions about strangers, even well-dressed ones who had been kind to her.
But something in his calm expression made her hesitate only a second before she opened the door and got in.
“I’m Olivia,” she said once she was seated, fastening the seatbelt out of habit.
May you like
“Alexander,” he replied. “It’s nice to properly meet you, Olivia.”
The car pulled away from the curb. For a few blocks neither of them spoke. It was a surprisingly comfortable silence.
