"Olivia, walking all night isn’t much better before a meet than a six-mile run. You can’t do that this weekend.” She sinks back in her seat. “So what's your grand plan, Will?" she scoffs. "You gonna tie me to the bed? Because I'll warn you in advance I really, really like that." Thank God I’m sitting behind a desk right now because there's definitely a part of me that reacts to that as if I'm not her coach and she's not off limits.
