Roisin
“Olivine!” I exclaimed, my face going red.
He just laughed, clearly enjoying the reaction. “Alright, alright, I’ll go shower. But the offer still stands.”
As he headed into the bathroom, I could not help but shake my head, a small smile tugging at my lips despite everything. Olivine might have been impossible, but he was also impossible not to care about.
With that thought, I left the room and went to the kitchen, determined to make him the best breakfast I could.
***
The kitchen soon filled with the warm, comforting aroma of sizzling bacon, the sound of it crackling in the pan like a reassuring lullaby. But despite the delicious scent wafting through the air, my mind was miles away, tangled in the thoughts that refused to let me go.
Visaris' words from the night before play
