Olivia had barely stepped into her apartment before the weight of reality came crashing down on her. Bills were piled up on the kitchen counter, her phone had at least a dozen missed calls from her mother, and her work inbox had likely exploded while she was away. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. One day at a time. That’s what Noah had said. Speaking of Noah, her phone buzzed with a text from him. Noah: Made it home okay. Already missing you. Dinner tomorrow? A smile crept onto Olivia’s lips as she texted back. Olivia: That depends. Are you cooking, or are we risking another failed takeout order? Noah: I can cook. That way, there’s a 50/50 chance we won’t regret it. Olivia: Fine. But I get to pick the wine. Noah: Deal. Setting her phone down, Olivia sighed. This was the p

