"Oliv... I didn't expect you'd visit," Katarina said, opening the door for her.
"Come in, is everything okay?" she became instantly curious with a surprise visit looking at her.
"Yes, I am fine." Olivine wears a smile lightly in front of her.
"Flowers for you and chocolates. I hope these make you feel better..." she said, looking at Katarina, who smells the flowers, and holding the cute little paper bag of chocolates in front of her. A sudden red on her cheeks. Olivine looked down, biting her lower lip, witnessing it.
"Did you eat already?" She asked, hugging the bouquet of flowers where they stood.
"I haven't, but I'll swing by at the restaurant later," Olivine replied, following her towards the kitchen.
"No, I'll cook," Katarina insisted. Placing the gifts on the island top counter.
"Oh...uh," said Olivines, surprised.
"Yes, I will cook for you; remember I did bring you some food at the Collectors Gallery one time?" Katarina recalls.
Olivine followed her to the kitchen, where she instantly saw the medicine mini basket it placed. Katarina pulled a glass of wine and bottle from the fridge, pouring a little on it. Sliding the surface on the island countertop in the kitchen towards her.
Taking a seat in one of those high chairs while she's watching Katarina prepare food for her. Taking those pastas out of the wrap and several ingredients for the dish. Observing her cutting those ingredients, Olivine knew it's a seafood pasta she's cooking.
"My mom visited me the other day and brought some of these several things and grocery items," Katarina mentioned. Olivine is listening and not even touching the glass of wine in front of her she's been given.
* * *
Katarina is busy preparing the dish, while Olivine sat there on the high chairs, leaning on the island countertop across Katana, forward looking outside the glass walls with a glass of wine that she was just looking at.
Katarina didn't bother her at all; the thing Olivine likes about this woman is she gave her that space without saying anything, and she loves it.
Olivine can't even survive with her sisters for around ten minutes, comparing Katarina. She can spend a whole day without a proper conversation. Those subtle gestures and movements sound like they already understand each other. The kind of space and a dynamic Katarina gave her made her comfortable and have her peace.
"Olive..." Katarina held her arm; she didn't notice coming near.
"Is it done?" she asked, looking at her and looking down towards the plate.
Katarina sat next to the high chair waiting, but the pull she wanted to feed a little on Olivines, she managed to take the fork slowly away on her hand.
"How is it?" She asked after Olivine took a bite, chewing softly. She could tell Olivine's mannerisms came from high-class people. Katarina's first impression right from the beginning.
* * *
Katarina is still surprised by the world she's evolving in, especially the Ferguson women and their social status in the local community they were all living in.
"This is so good," Olivine said.
"I still remember you bringing food before," Olivine added, looking at her.
"Cooking made me happy," she replied, smiling.
"Oliv... it's not my part to ask, but is there something bothering you?" she asked, holding her breath.
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Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
