OLIVIA
If I could freeze one night forever, it would’ve been this one.
The date was… perfect. Not in a movie kind of way, but in that messy, human, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of way.
Jordan made me laugh until my sides hurt. He teased me like he’d been doing it all his life. And somewhere between the tacos, the smoothies, and the thousand little smiles, I realized something terrifying—this didn’t feel like a bet anymore.
It felt real.
We’d finished eating an hour ago, but neither of us wanted to leave. We just sat there, facing each other in that tiny booth, talking about nothing and everything.
He’d tilt his head, flash me that crooked grin, and I’d feel my stomach do an actual flip. I kept catching myself staring at him... his eyes, the way he laughed, the tiny dimple
