Ronan’s POV
After the crowd dispersed, I couldn’t help but glance at the guy standing close to Olivia. He seemed too comfortable, too familiar with her.
"Who is this, Olivia?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity, maybe a bit of suspicion too.
Olivia turned to me, a light smile on her face. "This is Brian, my friend," she said casually. Brian gave me a polite nod, his expression calm.
Before I could ask anything else, Olivia clapped her hands together. "How about we grab some coffee? I’m starving!"
A coffee shop? I hesitated for a moment. The kind of places I usually went to had luxury written all over them—gourmet coffee, leather seating, privacy. But this was different. It was a small, normal coffee shop, the kind with worn wooden tables and a faint smell of cinnamon in the air.
