"Hey, Eva," Oliver greeted. "It's been a while."
She offered him a tight-lipped smile in response.
"How've you been, Eva? I've been quite worried about you."
"You don't have to be. I can take care of myself," she found herself responding with an edge in her voice, and Oliver sighed.
"I know, Eva. I'm just... you know... being a friend."
She sighed and turned away. "Thank you, Oliver, but we must be on our way."
Cheryl pinched her hands and whispered in her ear, "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
Eva rolled her eyes.
"Let me drop you and your friend off," Oliver requested.
David had already jumped into the car and was looking at them through the window.
"David," Eva gasped. "Come out."
"He's my friend, Mama, so he can drop me home."
Cheryl couldn't hold back her laughter.
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