Olivier nervously drummed his fingers on his stirring wheel, lifting his gaze then taking a deep breath, “you just have to tell her the truth… That you entered her house just to give her case but end up in her room and saw those scars and would like to know what happened.” He muttered then threw his head back and groaned in frustration. “I sound like a creep and also demanding!” He yelled.
It was a Tuesday morning and Olivier thought since Naomi’s car was still at the school then he could give her ride to work, but after seeing those scars on her back, he could not stop thinking about them and wonders if it was okay to ask about them. Also ask about that man from yesterday, but he does not want to seem too nosy into her personal life. Maybe he should give her time to let her tell him abou
