coffee date (short story).
“ So? What is it you wanted to talk to me about?” Olivia’s blue eyes are open and inquiring and intense as they bore uncomfortably into mine. I tap my fingers on the coffee shop table, looking away. I can’t meet her gaze. “Let’s order drinks first, shall we?” “Sure, good idea. Can you get me a latte?” Grateful, I escape to the counter to place the order. But too soon, I have to make my way back to Olivia, balancing the tray precariously on my hands. “Ah, lovely. Thank you,” she says, picking up her coffee mug. She closes her eyes and breathes in its warm scent as I fall back into my seat. “The coffee here is so good.” She pulls her wallet from her pocket, but I wave her away. “No need to pay me back. It’s my treat.” She frowns. “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” “Look, what’s going on?” Olivia leans forward. “Seriously, what’s happening with you? I’ve known you for years, and I’ve never seen you behave as weirdly as you’ve been behaving lately.” “What do you mean?” “Hmm, let me see. First y...