“That’s a real fucking good answer,” I say as I think back to my last few encounters with Olivia. I’ve been so certain that we had this great connection that I jumped right in like we were going to pick up where we left off. Clearly, that hasn’t worked. “Thank you.” She beams. “Who’s the girl?” “Am I that obvious?” “Let’s just say if you were hitting on me the past hour, you’re doing a terrible job.”
