OLIVIA
There are things I can't forget however disguised they may be. The person I saw driving by our parking lot, driving a delivery truck is none other than Alfonso, my father's bodyguard.
He used to have long blonde hair, most of the time tied up into a ponytail. Other times he used to let if fall freely and it would fall on his broad shoulders. That image is clearly imprinted in my subconscious and I can easily identify him. Though he spoke very little, mostly using signs, like nodding to indicate approval or shaking his head to indicate denial, I still know his voice and I can recognize it even on phone.
He was the person I least expected to see and it seems that he didn't want me to see him. First because he had disguised himself, trimming his hair, dyeing it from blonde to black
