Olivia's POV
"Did you really think I wouldn't check up on you after what happened?"
"I…" I started to respond, but he was already pulling away from the curb, driving in the opposite direction of my apartment.
"Wait, where are we going? My apartment is…"
"I know where your apartment is," he said. "But we need to talk first. And I'd rather not do it in front of your building where anyone could see."
He drove for a few minutes, until we reached a quiet, tree-lined street with no traffic and few streetlights. He pulled over and put the car in park, but kept the engine running.
Then he turned slightly in his seat - not enough for me to see his face, but enough that I knew he was looking at me through the rearview mirror.
"Why did you do that?" His voice was low, intense. "You scared the life out of me today, Livy."
