OLIVIA
Olivia was still working out the whole I owe you one you owe me one thing to even pick up on his mumbled words before his next question caught her attention. âOh, yeah, sure, I could go for a coffee, yeah-â she smiled as a soft laugh slipped from her lips, unsure if this was still a âI owe youâ coffee.
âGreat,â Michael beamed. âI'm Michael, by the way.â He told her, slowly beginning to walk in a direction with the hope that a cafĂŠ or something would be somewhere along the way.













