The idea had never crossed my mind.
But after hearing Oliver's words earlier, a light bulb went off in my head.
I typed: [Okay.]
I thought to myself, "He said I had grown bolder.
Maybe I could have a good life without him."
Just as I was wrapping up the conversation with Vincent, I heard footsteps in the hallway. I quickly deleted our chat history.
Oliver was back.
The air was thick with the lingering smell of Cioppino, a fishy scent that assaulted my senses.
Oliver said, handing me a takeout bag, "Here you go. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I just grabbed something.
"Lillian said this Cioppino was really good, and there's milkshake too..."
I shot up from my seat.
"Didn't I tell you not to bring me anything?"
Oliver ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What do you want me to get if you won't say? You're being difficult for no reason.
"If I came back empty-handed, you'd be upset anyway!"
He thought he understood me so well.
I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. "Oliver, do you seriously not know I'm allergic to seafood?
"I already told you I don't like it! Why did you buy it anyway?"
He was clearly taken aback. "You should've said something sooner..."