"Olivia, we can't do this," a man said, his voice low but firm as he held back a woman who was adamant about entering an apartment building. The woman, who appeared to be in her late forties or early fifties, turned sharply at his resistance. Her dark eyes, filled with frustration and determination, locked onto him as she snapped.
"John, what the hell are you doing? Why are you holding me back?" she demanded, her voice rising with anger as she struggled against his grip.
John, younger but visibly tense, glanced around nervously. His grip on her arm tightened slightly as he pulled her back another step. "Olivia, you know why! We can't do this!"
