'I'm sure I heard Oliver… Did I hear wrongly?'
I didn't think so.
"Eh, my dad's been kind of busy lately. I haven't even seen him around these past few days."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, but it's not like it rarely happens. It's been like this since I last remember… I'm sure you understand me."
"Yeah."
"Ehm…"
I interrupted the conversation between the two. Scratching the side of my cheek, I altered my gaze between Amanda and Emma before finally settling on Emma.
"What did you say that your father's name was?"
Emma looked at me strangely.
"You don't know who my father is… ?" She paused and furrowed her brows. "No, never mind. It's not like he's some sort of big shot celebrity. Why should I expect everyone to know his name?"
"His name is Oliver."
Amanda answered for her, and I found myself blinking several times again.
"Oliver?"
"Yes."
