JORDAN
The moment she walked in, my brain stopped working.
Olivia Carter, in denim shorts and a cropped blouse that showed just enough skin to make my heart misfire, looked like every guy’s summer dream. Her hair framed her face perfectly, falling in soft waves, and her lips were curved in that shy little smile that made me forget how to breathe.
I was sitting there, trying to look casual, but the second she said, “Hey, Jordan,” I did the one thing I swore I wouldn’t do... I opened my big mouth and said, “Hey… beautiful.”
Smooth, right?
She blinked at me, cheeks instantly turning pink, then laughed — this soft, melodic sound that made my chest feel too tight. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, playfully hitting my arm before sliding into the seat across from me.
“Maybe,” I said, gr
