I was never really a fan of fine dining, but when they ask me to go to Olive Garden with them, it’s not like I can turn them down. How often do Oliver and Zoe even talk any more, let alone plan something together? I say yes for them—and because I have to know what’s going on.
It’s a long and awkward car ride. Oliver takes us in his truck, and since Zoe took shotgun, I’m stuck in the uncomfortable back seat.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, I decide to start with the questions. “Are you guys back together?”
“No,” Zoe answers immediately.
“Are you and Chris still together?” I ask Oliver.
“No,” he says a little less confidently.
That’s something, I suppose. I cross my arms and wait in vain for an explanation. Finally, after another few minutes of silence, I try again. “I’m barel
