ITALY.
It was 8am and Leslie was ready for that day activities, since she didn't go home last night, she took her bath in the hospital and wore the clothes she brought.
She received a call that Oliver's uncle was waiting for her, and not wanting to anger him she quickly walked to the ward.
When she got to the room, she met him talking on the phone, but he hung up when he saw her.
"Were you reporting me to your nephew?" She asked.
Victor laughed shortly before replying her. "It's some minutes past eleven in San Francisco, I am sure Oliver would be sleeping by now".
Leslie bit her lower lips, she felt as if she was the only one that didn't know that Italy time was different from that of San Francisco.
Not that she didn't know, but she thought it was only a small difference.
She didn'
