At 4 a.m. I went back to the rental house to sleep. I woke up at 11am, had a bowl of noodles and went to work.
I saw a familiar figure as I left the flat.
Oliver was leaning against the car with a pile of cigarette butts at his feet.
I was a bit shocked but decided to ignore him and leave.
Oliver stopped in front of me, still acting like a young master.
"I'm waiting for you."
I didn't want to talk, so I tried to leave.
He reached out, so I looked up.
Oliver stopped when he remembered I'd thrown him over my shoulder.
I walked on without looking back, but I heard the man behind me say,
"I didn't give you a bad comment."
I was surprised, but it didn't stop me.
Oliver followed me.
"Honey, why are you angry?"
"Why don't you go home with me? You look awful."
"I'll break it off wit
