Amelia’s POV
Parked right outside of Ollie’s restaurant, I walked into the place, smiling and nodding at one of the waitress who had been working there for a while now, and then I walked to Ollie’s office.
“Hey, Ollie.” I knocked on the door of the office and walked in without waiting for her to answer me.
The first thing I noticed was that Ollie had changed the place up a bit. She now had a day bed pushed against the wall in the corner of her office. She was lying on it when I came in and it was why I had noticed it right away.
“Ollie, what’s up?” I asked, trying not to sound alarm and startle her.
She groaned. “Yes, Amy. I’m fine. Just tired from having to cook through the rush hour.” She said, still lying down.
“Oh thank goodness. For a minute there I thought something was wron
