Ethan:
I woke up at six a.m. on Saturday, which was ridiculous considering I didn't need to pick up Olivia until nine.
But I couldn't sleep. Not when today was the day.
I'd been planning this for a while now, ever since I realized that what I felt for Olivia wasn't just nostalgia or some leftover childhood crush. It was real. It had always been real.
And today, I was going to make it official.
I rolled out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen. If I was going to be awake this early, I might as well be productive.
The picnic basket sat on the counter, already half packed from last night. I'd made most of the food yesterday after closing the restaurant: cherry tomato and mozzarella skewers, rosemary focaccia, a Mediterranean pasta salad, chocolate covered strawberries, and a lemon
