Olivia's POV
I shuffled down the aisle, squinting at the price tags on the shelves. My phone's calculator app was open, and I tapped on each new item with a grimace. Store-brand peanut butter, check. I eyed a jar of organic almond butter longingly before shaking my head; maybe in my next life.
As I reached for bread, my phone buzzed in my hand. An unknown number flashed on the screen. I frowned, wondering who it could be. Christopher? No, I had his number saved. Logan? Unlikely, unless he'd lost his phone again.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I swiped to answer. "Hello?"
"Hi, is this Olivia?" a female voice chirped.
"Uh, yes?"
"Olivia! It's Stacy. We met at the audition and again today at the production meeting. Remember me?"
"Oh, hey, Stacy! Yeah, of course. Ho
