Oliver felt his sister squeeze his hand that she was holding. She was obviously nervous especially since Xavier didn't bother mincing his words. A million questions run through Lorraine's mind.
Had the makeup melted? How much could he see? No, she had checked a couple of times to make sure the bruises were covered. So what gave it away? Could it be.... the swelling? What excuse can she give? As though the heavens were on her side, she cooked up a quick lie right then.
"Oh! I ate something that I didn't know I was allergic to", she said quickly. He arched a brow at her, obviously not believing her. In panic, she decided to change the subject. "It's late. What are you doing here?"
"To see you."
She was taken aback by his honesty and forwardness. "Why?"
"Can't I?" He countered.
"You-You can."
"Good. Then I'll see you this weekend. Go on up. It's late", he nodded at her.
