When Oliver got home, he saw a sports car parked outside the house. He had never seen the shiny new car before and he wondered who was inside since it was obviously not the elders of the house who owned such kind of car.
He opened the door gently after putting in the code. When he entered, he saw no one but he could hear a voice upstairs.
"Simon?" He muttered to himself in relief. He must be the owner of the car.
He went upstairs and knocked on Simon's bedroom door. Almost immediately, the door opened.
Simon had a phone pressed to his ear and was on a call, but when he saw Oliver, he smiled brightly and gave him a side hug before quickly pulling away and muttering a quick apology. He knew Oliver didn't like being touched by people.
"Look man, I'll call you later." Simon said into the phone before hanging up.
"When did you come?" Oliver asked.
"Not quite long. How are you? You look stressed out." Simon observed.
