Oliver fidgeted in his seat nervously, feeling a strong urge to throw up as he considered simply taking his leave and forgetting about this. But just as he was about to stand up, the door across from him opened, and through the glass separating them, he saw Eli being led in by a police officer.
He looked a lot different from how Oliver last remembered him. For some weird reason, Oliver thought the orange coverall he was wearing suited him. It was a lot better than those other outfits he usually wore to show his love for fashion.
Eli paused, a little surprised to see the visitor. He stared at Oliver for a while before he eventually went to sit down and picked up the telephone.
"5 minutes." The police officer guarding him said before he excused them and closed the door behind him.
