Olivia's POV
I stood at the bus stop, my legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. I was so tired and exhausted. The day felt like a whole month already with everything that had happened, and I just had this desperate need to get home before I completely fell apart.
A cab. That's all I needed. Just one simple cab to take me away from this nightmare.
I waited for what felt like an eternity, checking my phone repeatedly. Five minutes passed, then ten. The city's rush hour traffic meant most taxis were occupied, their little lights put off as they swept past me on the street.
Just as I was about to give up and brave the subway despite my fragile emotional state, a sleek grey BMW pulled up to the curb in front of me. The window rolled down, and my heart nearly stopped.
"Oliver? What are you doing standing out here?"
