2 weeks go by with no words spoken between olivia and i. we were both busy with our own lives, but the situation back at the supermarket lived in the back on my mind.
my phone buzzes, and i take it out of my back pocket as i sit on the edge of wilshire grand center tower.
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9:31pm
Olivia Rodrigo
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i smile, tapping on the filter and sending it back to her.
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10:32pm
Olivia Rodrigo
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wyd wyd
on wilshire tower
u?
in bed :)
hows the view?
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wow thats so prettyyyy
told youuu
care to join?
can't, sorry :(
gotta go to sleep early, performing at iheart radio tmr
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i start typing back, not sure what to text her, before i hear a dispatch call in springs street, just below me. i turn off my phone, jumping off the building.
olivia's pov
i wait patiently for y/n to reply back, but the speech bubble disappears. assuming she was typing more, i wait for the speech bubble to reappear. after a minute, i turn off my phone.
y/n's pov
"making a weapons deal right in the open like that? pretty bold," i whisper to myself as i jump from the building's wall i was sticking on, landing on a guy's head. i lean back, putting my hands on the floor and slamming his body down behind me. "why can't you guys sell something nice? like stickers? or pizza?" i exclaim to them as i web one to the wall.
