Lucy could feel herself welling up again, her hiccupped breathing catches his attention.
'Okay, please don't cry again, Jesus, I can't handle women crying.' He crouched down once more, this time with a look of concern.
'You're Lucy Davies, are you not?' She nodded, faintly. 'But you don't know why you're here?' She shook her head.
He rubbed his hand across jawline, looking tired. 'My god,' he whispered. 'I'm so, so sorry Lucy.' He reached out to rub her arm. 'I thought you were told - I thought you got into my car voluntarily.'
'I...found a note,' Lucy managed, 'in my exam. And then the invigilator told me to get into your car...' Her voice began to crack, the man rubbed her arm harder.
'Now, stop that, no more crying, for God’s sake.' He shook his head, 'That invigilator is Bethan Jones, she was meant to tell you what was going on, I can't believe she didn't explain. What a stupid, stupid woman.'
He stood, and walked around to the back of the car, and popped the boot. Lucy flinched, thinking the worse.
'My God, woman, would you just calm down?!' He muttered, taking off his suit jacket and carefully placing it on the car roof.
Lucy watched out of the corner of her eye as he took out a tool kit, and began to unscrew the license plate.
'Well, Lucy, I can't tell you everything right now, but I'm not here to hurt you, okay? I can promise you that.' He took out another plate and begins to screw it on it the original plates place. 'My name is Oliver, and I like dogs.'
He slammed the boot door shut, making Lucy jump. 'You can't hate somebody who likes dogs, right?' He grinned for the first time since they met. A wide, lightning strike of a grin. 'Come on, let's get back on the road.'