Eternally Cursed

“You’re right, I can’t tell you what to do, but do be careful.” he said with a smile. He just wanted to make sure that she was feeling okay. The movie began to play and the scenes were funny. “Clearly the guy is just using her for sex.” Oliver had to laugh at how ridiculous it was for the guy to dismiss the female afterwards. Shaking his head, he felt her in his arms and he smiled.

When Anna stirred awake, she felt slightly better, as if a weight lifted off her shoulders. She snuggled deeper into the warmth that engulfed her. A sigh of content escaped from her lips, as the woman let the embrace take all her woes and worries away. She tried to remember where she got her blanket from; was it Bed, Bath and Beyond or Macy’s? 

“Oh, god. Sorry, I must’ve thought you were someone else.”

“There’s always going to be wise-guys and assholes but... If they pay their bill, I can’t do too much.”

“A bit early for me to be seeing you at the bar, isn’t it?”

“Not unless you work here.”

“Oh well thank you.” he said with a light smile and he knew she probably would have thrown the pillow at him. The tea was helping him, he didn’t have a sore throat, but it felt good drinking something nice and warm. Oliver felt very comfortable in Anna’s home, maybe because he’s been here more then once and he felt like he could relax here.

“I actually haven’t seen it but I love Kristen Wiig!” Anna exclaimed as the Title card began to play. The blonde rolled her eyes, “Psht, you can’t tell me what to do, Mr. Simon.” She stated, cozying herself in Oliver’s arm, always finding warmth and this sensation of home whenever she was close to him. 

“When is your shift over, then? You look like you could really use a drink.”

“Well my shift finishes right about now actually. I could use a drink, I suppose... You sure you don’t mind getting one with me?”

❝— So who does a girl have to flash around here to get hard liquor? Asking for a friend. ❞

“Hmm... Preferably, I.D.”

“I didn’t peg you for the type to follow the notebook script.” he said with a light laugh. Though that picture wasn’t such a bad idea. He wasn’t that into romance movies, but he did appreciate the romance novels. Oliver almost wondered what else she read or watched in regards to movies like that. “ A scene right out of a book. To which I’d reply and so the guy takes off, while the girl furiously follows after him, to explain that it was all jokes and fun.” he smiled.

Anna blushed at his comment on her sneeze but she quickly shook her head, “I’d chuck a pillow in your face but you’re holding hot tea so consider yourself lucky.” The blonde finished, taking a sip of her own. It was nice just being in his presence; not feeling pressured to put up an act or be someone she wasn’t. 

Oliver could feel the congestion get worse, and the headaches. He didn’t develop any kind of cough but he felt like his energy was drained. Oliver knew it was when he was in the rain with Annabelle. Still he enjoyed that day, so getting sick wasn’t that big of a deal. He had already brought the soup in one hand and movies in the other. This would be his second visit, and he was worried about how she felt, and if she was getting better.

“This is the exact part where I slam the door in your face but then realize what a foolish move that was and proceed to wretch the door open and call you back into my arms.” Anna shook her head, “At least that’s what it says to do in The Notebook script.” She teased only for it to be followed by a sneeze.

“I don’t mind it at all.” he chuckled “I’ll bring a comedy.” 

“Can you bring soup too? Pleease? Chicken noodle.”

“

“It hasn’t been bad, I just been taking some cold medications.”

“I think I can make tea for two... If you don’t mind my stuffy nose and if you bring the movies.”

“So you’re having symptoms too?” his nose was congested, he figured that’s what happens when they stand out in the rain.

“I guess you could say that. I bet it was one of the kids my customers brought in...” She reasoned. “Are you visiting the doctors?”

how is….? What? 

“How is it possible that the pink tax is a real thing?!”

“What exactly is this?”

“This like a stuffy nose that I know isn’t from spring allergies and a cough that won’t go away!”