Chapter 103 One-hundred And Three

• Carolina
• A couple weeks later, Olivia and I have plans for drinks on a Friday. I show up to our dive bar fashionably late by around ten minutes, but Olivia is later; I'm already sitting at a booth in the corner by the time she arrives. The lights are dim this evening, and whoever's in control of the jukebox is playing classic rock.
• Olivia slides in across from me, her cheeks flushed. "Sorry," she says, out of breath. "I just ran all the way over from—"