olivia’s movement is slow as she wanders through the luxury department store, sunglasses perched on top of her head as she aimlessly shops. fingertips brush over items as she passes by, ranging from purses to sweaters to shoes. olivia wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but with the way that she was pointing out items to the sales associates and having them take the items to the register would have anyone else thinking otherwise. gucci loafers click near silently against the marble floors as she crosses over into the men’s section, always willing to purchase an oversized hoodie or two. she’s looking at a particular one when she hears a familiar voice, and her heart nearly skips a beat. he looks different -- almost as if he’d grown or did something different with his hair. either way it goes, it’s not enough to make her mouth stop running. “dom? i didn’t think i’d ever... run into you again.” @domprxscott
