"We're getting a room."
"No, I just said we're getting two separate rooms."
"We're getting a room and that's final."
Oliver scratched his head as he let out a frustrated groan. He was already bummed out and exhausted from the long flight they had and now he had to deal with Linda.
"Look Linda, I really don't want to spend time dragging this out more than we're supposed to, it's childish. We're getting two separate rooms and I don't want to hear anymore objections." Oliver said with a stern look plastered on his face.
Linda scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"I'm only following Chief Bradley's instructions detective."
A smirk began to play at the tip of her lips when she saw Oliver's reaction. His eyes had widened a bit and the blood in his face looked like it had been drained out completely. Oliver straightened himself on the car seat, trying to regain his composure.
