Gwenda spent the night agonizing over whether to tell Olivier about agreeing to Melanie's two-day vacation trip. The old lady hadn't mentioned Olivier during their phone call, leaving Gwenda unsure of Melanie's intentions regarding her grandson. Was it just the two of them, or would Olivier be joining them tomorrow? Gwenda wanted to ask but hesitated. What if it was only Melanie and her? What if Olivier insisted on going the moment she asked? While she wasn't opposed to his presence, she felt it would be inappropriate to ask.

Thus, Gwenda tossed and turned all night, her worries even bleeding into her dreams. Consequently, she slept poorly and woke with dark circles under her eyes. After her morning routine, she packed and left her apartment. Melanie had promised a pickup, but Gwenda was uncertain if it had arrived. She took the elevator downstairs.

As she stepped out, she saw a familiar figure.

"Morning!"

Olivier leaned casually against his car. Seeing her, he smiled and greeted her. The morning sun seemed to soften his usually cold features, making him appear gentler. His white T-shirt and jeans gave him a youthful, almost collegiate look, unlike his usual appearance. Gwenda stared, mesmerized. She'd never seen him dressed like this; his usual maturity seemed to have given way to a sunny disposition.

"Like what you see?"

He'd silently approached her. Startled, Gwenda felt his breath on her face, blushing and her heart pounding. "Why are you here?"

"Granny asked me to pick you up." He shoved his hands in his pockets, the sun now behind him, casting her in shadow. "So… you'll be going with us today?"

Gwenda asked, confused.

Olivier raised an eyebrow. "Didn't Granny tell you?"

Gwenda remained silent. Of course not! If she had, she wouldn't have spent the night worrying.

"Well, it's not too late to find out now. Get in the car."

He reached for her luggage, but Gwenda remained frozen. A flicker of displeasure crossed his eyes. "What's wrong? You don't want me to go?"

"N… no." Gwenda was lost in thought, suddenly feeling trapped by both Melanie and Olivier.

"Then get in the car."

He took her luggage, stubbornly taking her hand and leading her to the car. His hand was warm, the heat seeming to seep into her skin, numbing her heart, which beat faster than ever.

Still lost in thought, she sat in the car when Olivier softly called her name.

"Gwenda…"

"Hmm?"

She turned to look at him, only to have him lean in close. Startled, she shrank back. "What are you doing?"

A mischievous smile played on his lips. His warm breath brushed her face, intensifying the heat.

"What do you think I'm going to do…"

His face drew closer. Gwenda held her breath, her fingers twisting her clothes. Her face burned. "How… how the hell am I supposed to know?"