The next morning when I headed into the kitchen after getting ready for office, Liv was also there making coffee. I swear I have never felt this awkward about anything before in my life. Ever. And to think it was being in the same room with Olivia, one of the very few person with whom I have such a high comfort quotient. It was simply pathetic. There were no other words for that.
Say something, please! I urged inwardly as I opened the door looking for nothing in particular. Did she read my post it apologies? I left them in every place ...every corner of her room. Did she see them? Was she still mad?
"Do you want coffee?" Liv asked and I froze. Wait a second! Did I hear right? Did she just ask me for a cup of coffee?
"Uh...yeah sure," I nodded and after gaining a lot of courage becaus
