Right before lunch, the door chimed and Delaney looked up to see her friend Olivia’s smiling face. Her blonde hair was a bit wind blown despite the beret she had on her head, and her porcelain skin had a bit of a rosy glow to it, likely from the sharp breeze. “Hey, Olivia!” Delaney called. “How are you?”
“Good,” she nodded. “I’m sorry I haven’t been in recently. I’ve been so busy.”
“Writing the next best seller, no doubt,” Delaney smiled. “What can I get you?”
“Just a large cocoa,” Olivia replied, then added, “to go.”
“You can’t stay a while?” Delaney asked, her shoulders slumping in disappointment. She turned to the cocoa machine and began to make her order.
“No, I’ve got a fast approaching deadline, and I’m not sure how I’m going to get this book finished before the end of January.”
