Olivia's POV
The last few days had been surprisingly quiet.
No unexpected encounters.
No drama.
And most importantly, no Sebastian Sinclair.
I wasn't complaining.
After my last class of the day, I headed toward the campus café, already knowing where I'd find Naomi.
Sure enough, she was sitting at one of the corner tables.
Or rather, she was sitting on Warren's lap.
I stopped in my tracks.
"Seriously?" I asked.
Naomi looked up and grinned. "What?"
Warren smirked. "Good to see you too, Olivia."
"There are literally dozens of empty chairs in this café."
"And yet this one is my favorite," Naomi replied shamelessly, wrapping an arm around Warren's shoulders.
I rolled my eyes and sat across from them.
Some things never ch
