hey
Charlie
what are you doing?
eating dinner
Olive sent her a photo of the scenic view. She continued eatingher pasta as she watched the typing bubbles pop up from Charlie’s side of the text chain.
looks gorgeous
almost as gorgeous as you on top of me
Olive blushed. Of all the things she’d expected Charlie to type, it was certainly not that.
a little presumptuous to be texting that right away, no?
well i am admittedly a little tipsy
and i couldn’t stop thinking about you
Olive tried not to melt at the words, and utterly failed. She knew for her own sanity that she could not see her again today, or she would find herself doing something very ill-advised.
that’s sweet
Olive wanted to ask about her career, but she hadn’t made up her own mind about it. Olive was not mad about the fact that Charlie had hid it from her—hell, if she was that famous, she surely would not tell anyone else she had just met. It probably didn’t help that they were from the same city back home; it was not as anonymous as Charlie may have preferred her one-night stands to be. Though there was nothinganonymousabout last night. It had felt more intimate than a chance encounter with a stranger, more intimate than some of Olive’s past relationships. That was probably the scariest part of it all.
not as sweet as your taste
Before Olive could respond again, Charlie sent another message.
sorry, i know i should not be saying these things to you with how i had left last night
but i can’t help myself
is that why you liked that old selfie on mine on instagram?
it was stupid of me, but i wanted to see you one more time
you could’ve just texted me, and seen the real thing in person
i shouldn’t, you probably know who i am now
i do, but that doesn’t scare me. if anything, i understand you a bit better now. you clearly take your career very seriously
i do
Olive could see that Charlie was still typing, but soon the typing bubbles disappeared one more time. Olive put her phone down and signalled to the waitstaff that she’d like the bill. The food was delicious, and she was ready to go on a walk around the town before the sun set.
As she walked around, she noted all the places she wanted to go back to tomorrow, and which restaurants had the longest lines. The city was definitely crowded, but Olive was glad for it as she could blend in easily with the crowds.
Olive sighed in contentment as she watched a child run by with gelato in their hand.
I should get some too.
God, a vacation was really just what Olive needed. The sun in her hair, a breeze blowing by her, and no work email in sight.
Olive’s phone buzzed again, and she dug it out of her pocket, hoping it was Bronwyn replying to her angsty text from earlier.
