When did you last feel like or was treated like a child?" Dylan smiled, walking towards the table like nothing had happened.
Olivia's mood lifted, her tensed body suddenly relaxing as an effect of the smile spread on his face.
"I don't quite remember, why do you ask?" Olivia sipped on her wine and held it in between her lips, awaiting his response.
"I just tricked you. Well, but actually I have something for you. Good, better, and bad news. Which one should I tell you first, sexy little bird?"
Olivia smiled inwardly—his boyish charm had returned, and she could feel it. She loved it when he called her that. To her, it wasn't just a nickname; it was a metaphor, a silent promise. It meant she was his to protect.
With slow and deliberate effect, she lowered the glass, but her gaze was still fixed on it. As if she was intentionally running away from something. If it wasn't Dylan's intense, hungry gaze, what would it be?
"Good news first," Olivia replied.
