As Alice swung the door, her breath was choking in her throat, and her mind was racing with thoughts. As she stepped foot in the living room, fear evolved as her voice echoed in her ears, “Who is that?”
Alice stepped backwards, her feet fixed, and her lips pressed together. “Who's that?” He questioned again; this time his tone was very loud.
Alice strolled quickly, dragging her suitcase behind, without answering his question. As she got inside the living room, her gaze met with Oliver, surrounded by documents left, right, and center. His fingers are busy on the laptop's keypad, and his gaze is on the screen.
“Alice,” he mentioned her name.
“You have finally decided to go home. You're warmly welcome,” Oliver said, the corners of his mouth turned up.
“Feel at home like always,” he added
