Oliver prayed that when he got downstairs, he should not bump into Lisa. After bumping into her when he got home yesterday, they hadn't crossed paths again even though they both lived inside the same house.
He had eaten dinner alone just like he had been doing for the past one month since he started living here.
He didn't want to bump into her on his way to school. It would be awkward.
"Oliver?"
He froze on the stop when his name was called just before he got to the door, but he was relieved when he realised the voice wasn't Lisa's. It was Paula the housekeeper and maid.
"Good morning Paula." He greeted the woman who was in her early 40s. She was in a trim black skirt, white shirt and also wearing an apron.
"Good morning to you too, Oliver. You should have breakfast before you head to school." She spoke in her usual polite tone.
"Uhm.. I'm sorry but I'm running late so I have to hurry—"
