Grace
Friday afternoon.
My statistics lecture had just let out when I spotted Olivia leaning against the wall outside the lecture hall, already halfway through an iced coffee and scrolling through her phone.
She'd texted earlier saying she would head over after her last seminar finished, but I hadn't expected her to arrive before my own professor had even packed up his laptop.
"You're early," I said, falling into step beside her.
"You're late," she replied. "Also, your roommate has a scrimmage in an hour, and I've decided we're going."
"I haven't watched a hockey game in forever."
Olivia stopped walking, turning to look at me with that familiar, terrifyingly perceptive arches of her brows. “You've been living with the guy for five weeks, and you still haven't watched him play?”
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