Olivia's POV
Days has passed since I told Damile about Rosie's feelings like I promised I would.
“So what do you have to say about it?” I asked him, ignoring the look on how face.
Maybe I was just overthinking it. He possibly wouldn't be disao because I said we were just friends, right?
“Nothing,” he replied.
“Nothing? You're not going to take her out on a date or try to get to know her better?” I asked.
“No. Let's just talk about something else,” he replied.
He was acting weird and I was concerned but he wasn't saying anything so I dropped it.
Few days later, I walked into the hospital, greeting colleagues and patients alike as I made my way to my office. The smell of disinfectant and the hum of machines were familiar comforts, and I felt a sense of purpose as I began my rounds.
