Olive's Pov
I finally realize that I escaped a fatal accident, but the shock was so huge that I lost balance and went sprawling to the ground.
I can feel a sting around my ankle and wrist. I landed on a hard concrete floor maybe I have fractured some bones or caused bruises.
I breathe heavily; finally letting my lungs inflate to the full.
I roll onto my side, and slowly push myself to a side sitting position. I struggle to stand up.
The driver's seat door swings open as a man steps out of it.
"Are you alright?"His warm voice echoes around me while he lays out a hand in front of me.
I get a hold of his warm hand and push myself up using all of the strength left in me.
My legs have gone numb. To prevent from swaying I take a moment to balance myself while holding onto his hand.
"Ahem" a throat clears behind.
I look across to see another man resting his back on the car door. Certainly he is the boss and the one I am holding onto is the driver.
I try to process why that man seems cross.
"Oh!" I realize I am still holding a man's hand, "I am sorry" I say quickly and withdraw my hand from the embrace.
Did the man behind got jealous? Is he mad at me that I jumped in front of his car? Am I going to be punished?
Random thoughts start running wild in my head then I suddenly recall what was happening.
I look around but can't find the man who was following me.
"Are you done putting up a show?" a cold deep voice reaches my ears.
The man in front of me says "I hope you are alright miss, if there is nothing else please step out of the way, I must get going. We are getting late."
Uh? Are these people crazy? It was a near death experience for me. I am already so traumatized and badly out of energy.
Instead of helping me voluntarily and asking me what happened all they want is that I stop being an obstacle in their way.
It's useless to talk to the man before me so I march to the man leaning behind.
In a show of defiance I cross my arms and try hard to prove I am displeased by this rude behavior.
He simply gives me a cold shoulder.
I tug at his sleeve to get his attention.
After a few efforts, he finally bothers to turn around.
A gasp quickly escapes without my consent. The face…
He is the same man I ran into in the café. To whom I proved myself crazy, the one who got stomped.
I have embarrassed myself once before him and now here I am about to repeat the same mistake again.
I dissolve all the stubbornness I've been harboring and shift my stance.
Did he recognize me? But that can't be possible as I was disguised as a man.
Maybe if I pretend I don't know him things will be much easier to deal with.
After all there are many doppelgangers in this world.
He gives an icy cold death stare, inching one eyebrow.
I must have been staring at him for a long time.
It's frightening but I gather the courage to speak.