I don’t know why I asked her out. It wasn’t something I had planned—it just slipped out the moment I saw her.
She never tries to impress me, never plays the games other women do. And yet, most of the time, I find myself drawn to her, even in her casual, effortless state.
Maybe that’s the problem. I like it. Too much.
As I waited for her in the hall, she finally appeared, dressed in a simple top and jeans.
I wasn’t ready for a relationship… not after Rolando.
The beautiful memories she left weren’t just on the surface—they ran deep, buried beneath layers of control I thought I had. Love had once felt mesmerizing, but I had no desire to step into it again.
But then there was Olivia.
She wasn’t trying to impress me. She didn’t chase after me like others did. And maybe that’s what made
