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OLIVER

I could not sleep that night. I kept tossing in bed, and when I am not tossing, I am pacing around or looking down from my balcony with a glass of drink on my hand. If I Jerry was not drunk, I would have stalked her home. I came here as a businessman, so I did not come with men. I could take care of myself already. So, there were no men to send to stalk her

I waited outside the car for a few minutes, watching the restaurant. I could see her sometimes, when she comes to attent to a table, but I could not see when she goes to the counter. After a while, when Jerry threw up again inside the car, I had to leave there, so mad at him.

I managed to take him into his room and dumped him on his bed. He would be the one to clean up the mess he did in the car, and I will surely punch him so hard in the face the next morning.

I freshened up and thought of going back there, but decided against it. She might not be Ellen and if she sees me around again tonight, she might