I bought Olivia a green tea and ordered myself a coffee. We found two comfortable looking black leather chairs. There was a fireplace nearby and Olivia seemed content to be warming herself by the fire. Her cheeks were still rosy, but to me it made her look even more beautiful than ever before.
I put a couple of sugars in my coffee, put lids on our drinks and added the sleeves. I brought both drinks to the small seating area at the back of the restaurant. I carefully surrendered Olivia’s tea to her.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” She smiled up at me.
I dropped into the chair across from her.
Olivia had removed her coat and scarf, revealing a pretty floral print top. She cupped her tea in both hands.
“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to. You came all this way to visit me, the least I could do is buy you a tea.” I smiled.
Olivia laughed softly. “You’re such a romantic.”
“I try.” I shrugged lightly.
Olivia smiled, taking a small sip of her tea.
“So tell me about your meeting the other day? How did that go?” Olivia said suddenly. “You said you would tell me later…”
I smiled lightly. “Well, I talked to my PO and did the usual drug test and he said that since I’ve been clean and my marks are good and I’m following all of the terms and conditions of my parole and everything… he thinks I might be able to get my record expunged. That means that in the future if I apply for a job or at a college or something, they wouldn’t be able to tell that I had something in my record. Especially because I was under the age of eighteen and everything.”
“Oh, Ike that’s amazing!” She beamed hugely. “Oh, that’s great news!”
“I thought so.”
“You’ve worked very hard for that, you definitely deserve it. Can I do anything to help?”
“Well, I might need letters from friends and family to help my case a bit.”
“I’ll definitely do that.” She smiled. “I could talk to my dad if you want… he might be able to help. I’m sure he’d work for free too if I talk to him.” She offered.
“That would be awesome. My parents are paying for my lawyer’s fees, though. So I’ll have to talk to them. I’m sure it would be a lot easier. They might hate me a little less.” I chuckled.
Olivia frowned. “What? I’m sure they don’t hate you.”
I shrugged. “My family is like the Bunch. My parents are too wholesome for their own good. My brother Taylor? He would definitely be Marcia Brady.”
Olivia laughed softly. “I’d love to meet them.”
“You will. My mom is dying to meet you. She keeps asking questions about you… I told her you like to cook and she’s floored about it. She wants to swap recipes.”
Olivia beamed happily. “Sounds like fun. Your mom is the exact opposite of mine. My mom can’t even boil water.”
I smirked. “Well, maybe we can do dinner at my house tomorrow night.”
Olivia nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Is there anything else you want to do while you’re in town?” I asked.
Olivia shrugged. “I’m happy to do anything as long as it’s with you.” She laughed softly. “That’s incredibly lame, isn’t it?”
“Not at all.” I smiled. “I feel the same way. It sucked when I couldn’t see you every day. Besides, if you’re lame, I’m lame too.” I shrugged lightly. “And I’m perfectly alright with that.”
Olivia laughed, a sweet musical sound. It was a laugh I’d missed terribly. When I laid awake at night I wished I could only hear her sweet laugh.
“Well, I do have some Christmas shopping I still need to do… if that’s okay…”
“Sure. Why don’t we do that tomorrow and then we can just go straight to your parents afterward.” Olivia offered. “And actually that works out perfectly for me because my dad has absolutely no food at all in the house. I mean nothing. He doesn’t even have any milk. I swear my dad has to be the unhealthiest person in the world.” She sighed, shaking her head lightly.
“Sure, that makes sense.” I agreed.
“So what are we doing tonight, then?” She asked with a smile.
“Well, we could go out to dinner and maybe a movie or something.” I shrugged lightly. “It’s kind of lame, but for our first official date maybe going cliché is the best way to go.” I smiled crookedly at her.
Olivia smiled. “Well, I think that sounds like a perfect first official date.”
“Me too.” I answered, taking a long drink from my coffee.
“Any idea where we’re going for dinner?” Olivia asked.
“I don’t know. We could maybe find a place to park the car and wander around downtown until we find a place to eat.” I offered.
Olivia nodded. “Well, my dad doesn’t live too far from here. We could just park the car in the underground parking there.”
I nodded. “Sure… where does your dad live again? Did you tell me? I think I forgot…”
“I don’t think I told you. He lives in the Philtower. It’s a really cool art-deco building-“
“Yeah, I know where it is. It’s ridiculously expensive there, isn’t it? I mean you could sell my house and everything in it and only get enough for one month’s rent!” I paused, and pointed an accusing finger at her. “Holy crap! You really are a spoiled rich kid!” I teased.
“I am not!” She protested. “Besides, my parents have the money, not me.”
“And that was a total spoiled rich kid thing to say!” I pointed out.
Olivia shook her head and sighed. “Whatever.”
I smirked.
“So how was your flight?” I asked curiously.
“It was okay. It was delayed by half an hour, of course, so I hung out in the terminal and did some homework. And once I finally got on the plane, I did all of my reading for English class. So I guess that’s one less thing I have to do during these two weeks.” She shrugged lightly.
“Well that’s good. I finished my homework already. I had nothing else to do, and no one to hang out with so I did it at home in my spare time. This reminds me that I need to hit a bookstore sometime and get something decent to read.”
Olivia smiled. “I think I need to do that too. I don’t remember my dad’s apartment being so… vacant.” She sighed. “He didn’t even pick me up from the airport today, do you believe that? He’s going to be working most of the time I’m here and he sends the stupid work car to come and get me.” Olivia shook her head.
I frowned. “If I’d known I could have picked you up. My parents offered to drive us around… but I thought that would be really lame to have my parents following us around everywhere.” I shrugged lightly.
Olivia laughed softly. “Yes, I can definitely see that as being inconvenient.” She mused with a small smile. She sighed and stood up suddenly, crossing the tiny area between our chairs and sliding carefully into my lap.
“There.” She said. “That’s a lot better.”
I chuckled softly. “I agree.” I moved my arm around her, balancing my coffee on her knee. She seemed to fit perfectly there, and I felt complete again. Like a small part of me that had been missing had been returned. Olivia slid one arm around my shoulders and balanced her tea in her lap.
“What movie are we seeing tonight?” She asked. With the arm she had around my shoulders, she toyed with the few curls that hung down past the collar of my shirt.
“Are you getting used to the haircut now?” I asked.
Olivia smiled. “Definitely. I think I like it. But I’m going to miss the long hair too.” She pushed out her bottom lip slightly.
“It takes some getting used to. But I kind of wanted a change. Considering I’m starting over and everything. And it’s a lot easier to maintain and stuff. It dries so much faster.”
Olivia smiled. “I definitely like these little curls. Very sexy.” She leaned toward me and kissed me softly.
I immediately pulled her closer and deepened the kisses. Olivia’s fingers tangled in my hair and she leaned toward me. I could feel that she was loosing herself in the moment. She stopped breathing entirely and leaned toward me.
It took all the strength I had to break the kiss. All I wanted to do was throw her on the nearest table and give everyone there a show with their coffee.
“We should stop.” She moistened her lips. “Before we can’t.”
I nodded, watching her lips. “There’s a bathroom here… we could sneak in there…” I offered.
Olivia laughed softly. “I think we should have some control here…” She mused. She slipped from my lap and I reluctantly let her go.
“We should park the car back at the garage and we should start thinking about dinner.” Olivia mused.
“You’re right.” I nodded. I stood up and held open Olivia’s coat for her to slip her arms into. I carefully helped her shift her silky curls out of the way. While she was tying a complicated knot in her scarf, I drained the rest of my coffee and yanked on my own coat.
Once Olivia had her jacket done up and put on her adorable mittens, I took her free hand. She still had her paper cup of tea and I led her out onto the snowy sidewalk.
Leave a Reply