VIOLETTA
Ollie let out another dramatic scream.
He was still staring at my phone with the exact same expression I was wearing when he joked, “We’re never going to use your breakup survival kit because of this man.”
That finally drew my attention to the setup he’d prepared I would have seen if we hadn’t been immersed with Cassian.
A fluffy blanket was spread across the couch, the opening credits of some terrible horror movie were already rolling on the TV, and the giant tub of chocolate ice cream he’d shoved into my lap sat between us.
“I know you have been planning this big on the brighter side, it’s good I haven't broken yet” I replied, taking a scoop of ice cream.
“I have a series of exams coming so it won’t even be a good time.”
He looked at me as though he was trying to deciphe
