He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Olivia, in the last few hours you were assaulted and nearly died. You just got out of the hospital. So yeah, under those circumstances, I want you to rest. We have lots of time to do this the right way.” “Oh my God,” I groan. “You’re not going to do, like, candles and rose petals and shit, right? While you recite poetry, maybe play some slow jams on your guitar?”
