Olivia’s flat was surprisingly… bland. While it was undoubtedly better than my little studio, this place was empty and impersonal. No pictures on the walls, no expensive artwork to spruce the place up, and just a single couch instead of an entire lounge.
Maybe I wasn’t the best person to judge what a normal house was supposed to look like, as I’d grown up in mansions and small castles, but this certainly wasn’t it.
“Make yourself at home,” Olivia murmured tipsily. She threw her keys on the counter, aiming for the bowl of clutter, and missing spectacularly. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry.”
“O-Okay.” I looked around, locating a small kitchen area with a fridge on my left. It didn’t look very used, which made me feel a little better about my lack of cooking skills.
My boss stumbled through h
