i go through my closet, eventually picking out an outfit.
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after doing faint makeup, my phone buzzes, y/n texting me she's here. i walk out to the living room, saying bye to iris and sliding the balcony door open. "hey rodrigo," y/n says, opening her arms after i close the door. i gladly walk into them, and she scoops me up into a hug, holding me firmly as if i weighed nothing. "hi y/n," i respond, laughing. "any suggestions on dinner?" she asks, leaning against the railing. "uh..." i think, "olive garden?" i suggest. y/n nods, pulling me closer with her arms as they stay on my waist. i freeze for a second, forgetting what we're doing. "jump, liv," she says, letting out a laugh. "oh! right, sorry," i apologize, jumping and wrapping my arms and legs around her.
we sit once again on wilshire tower, y/n taking out our food. we decided to half our food, giving the other half to each other so we had half of each. y/n halves the chicken alfredo pasta, then the fettuccine alfredo pasta, combining half on each takeaway container. "thank you," i say as she passes mine to me. "no problem," she replies, handing me a fork.
i closs my legs and start to eat. "this place is really growing on me," i say, looking around. "the building? or olive garden?" y/n asks, making me laugh. "the building," i answer. "oh, yeah! it's the best view ever, right?" she says, looking around too. i hum in response as my mouth was full of pasta. y/n looks at me, her lips curling up in a smile.
i look at my almost done container, nudging y/n she looks at me, and i put my container towards her. "i'm full," i say. "you sure?" she asks. "yeah, i swear you gave me more than what you gave yourself," i say, smiling. she smiles, taking it with a thank you.
