Where: Ashville, just outside Donut Hole
Status: Closed | @seth-marrokā
If Olivia had known just how desperate the residents of Ashville were for warm buttery croissants and whichever other calorific temptations the bakery not far from her new flat offered, she would have simply had some jam on toast and called it a morning. As it happened, she was waiting in line just outside Donut Hole, about halfway to her desired prize of a couple croissants or maybe even a pain au chocolat, and that meant she would persevere.
She was well prepared for the frosty air, wrapped in a timeless grey coat and her wooly scarf, she was not too bothered by the temperatures. To distract herself from her rumbling stomach, Liv decided to play with her phone. She checked if her favorite podcasts had been updated, had a lazy scroll through the news, and bound to get carried away, she was shoved by the person behind her as the line moved forward.
Rather than tossing them a glare, Olivia found herself wide-eyed as she realized the shove had resulted in pushing her right into the personal space of the man in front of her. Used to others towering over her, Liv was apologizing before she had even looked at the manās visage. āUh, Iām sorry, I didnāt mean to ā well, I wouldnāt have crashed into you if it wasnāt for that jerk behind me.ā She remarked pointedly, shoving her phone back into her pocket and finally gazing up at the stranger. He seemed oddly familiar ā but given Olivia had only just moved to Ashville, that struck her as a surprise and she struggled placing himā¦
Oh, no. Her mind finally caught up with her, half-forgotten memories of a bustling club and a handsome strangerās lips on hers. It happened months ago, back when she was getting a feel for Astoriaās nightlife. Cheeks stung red as she realized she could not even remember the guyās name. She managed a feeble smile and decided to play dumb a bit longer. The club had been loud and dark and the drinks plenty, maybe he had forgotten all about her. āHave we met before?ā








