On Wednesday, I manage to convince Maddox into another project session. We set a date: Thursday, his house, six o'clock. So when Thursday comes around, I make sure we're still going to work on the project at lunch. "Are we still on for today?" I ask him when it's just the two of us at the table. We walked down to lunch together; well, we had a twenty foot gap between us, but we arrived within the same thirty seconds.
"Why do you always ask? Obviously I didn't cancel, so yes, Olive, we're still on for today," he confirms with a roll of his eyes.
"Olivia," I correct him. "And I don't want to walk in on something that I don't want to see."
His eyebrows furrow as he looks at me. "Something you don't want to see?" he questions.
"Yeah, I mean, I don't know what you do in your free time," I s
