Elliot POV
“Interesting choice in music. I didn’t take you for the kind of guy that listens to metal, Elliot… 80’s pop maybe, but metal? Na.“
The unmistakable voice that I wanted to hear for the last two weeks more than anything else. Directed at me and only me. Saying my name. Olivia is leaning against the frame of the door to my right. The scent of fresh lavender wafting my way.
Her blue one-piece is drenched in sweat around the neck. I bring the punching bag to a hold, before it knocks into me when swinging back.
“Seems like you don’t know me that well after all.“, I shrug.
“Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon. You come and go, you come and go. Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams. Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green “, she mutters, swaying a litt
