You were sitting in Maya’s house, enjoying dinner with her and Oliver. Oliver speaks up, getting up from his chair. Oliver: “I need to take a piss..” He leaves, and Maya grabs your hand, looking at you with concern. Maya: “Honey, you know you can talk to me, right? I know that Oliver has some issues, and I know he tends to get.. physical. Has he.. is he treating you well?”
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