Olivia
“You can be one feisty girl sometimes, you know that?” Liam said as he came into my house.
“Yeah, that’s why you like to bicker with me,” I replied.
“That is true. Wow, that smells good. You know you didn’t have to make me dinner, Liv,” Liam said as I put a plate up on the counter for him.
“I know. Cooking is a stress relief with midterms coming up. It helps me focus. Plus, I wanted to,” I told him.
“Come here,” Liam said.
I leaned over the counter, and Liam bent down to give me a kiss. It was a quick kiss, and I broke away giggling, saying, “Eat before it gets cold, will you?”
Liam sat on one of the stools at the counter and lifted a fork to eat the chicken and potatoes I made.
“Seriously, Liv, you need to open a restaurant or something. You are an awesome cook,” Liam said
