LIV/E (Rewriting)

Chapter 15

After the triumph and satisfaction of finally putting Kimberly in her place, Olivia worked up quite the appetite. So Messer and Olivia set out into the town for a nice, romantic meal.

They dined at The little door, a mordern European, persian-style cafe where the drinks were overpriced and the food was miniscule. It didn't matter to them though, because it was the company of one another that made the moment special.

Olivia and Messer order the Mezze as an appetiser to share. It was served with Homemade Pita, Flatbread, Kibbeh. Falafel and Spanakopita.

For the entrée Olivia ordered the grilled, marinated, Mediterranean
White sea bass with sundried tomato pernod sauce.

And Messer enjoyed the grilled, prime ribeye steak, sel de guérande with herbs and cracked pepper.

They ate and laughed like an old married couple, constantly putting their forks down to touch hands across the table. For a moment Olivia felt normal and genuine. Like she wasn't keeping this giant secret from this person whom she had extremely deep feelings for.

After they finished their entrée's they sat and became enrrathled in conversation when a waitress who wasn't their waitress interrupted them.

"I'm so sorry about that, Reema had a family emergency and she had to leave, so I will be serving you, sorry for the inconvenience. Can I get you some desert or coffee?" The brunette, peppy waitress asked and made eye contact with Olivia waiting patiently for her answer.

"Is everything okay?" Olivia asked ignoring her question altogether.

"Oh yes, Reema is fine, it's nothing accident wise."

"Thats good," Messer answered as he finally lifted his eyes to look at the waitress.

"Oh my God," He spoke excitedly.

"O.M.G," The waitress squealed.

"Penelope?" Messer asked.

"Messer, well aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

Messer got up and hugged her while Olivia sat in her seat awkwardly watching them.

"This is Penelope. We used to Uhm... She's an old friend," Messer spoke as he gave Penelope a warning look.

"Hi," Penelope extended a hand to Olivia and Olivia reluctantly shaked it.

The manager of the restaurant gave Penelope a discerning look and she snapped from "used to Uhm... Old friend" back into waitress mode.

"So can I get you guys anything else?" She asked automatically.

"No, we're good," Olivia fake smiled as she replied.

"Okay I'll just get the check then. It was really nice to see you," She added then flounced off.

There was a touch of awkwardness now between them. The tension could be cut with an artisinal cheese knife.

"'We used to Uhm...' stands for we used to have sex, I presume?" Olivia asked bluntly.

"Yeah..." Messer sighed.

"Alrighty then, I think it's time to ditch this place," Olivia got up from her seat.

"Hold on, just... Take your seat," Messer pulled Olivia back down.

"Talk to me, tell me whats going on in your head."

"Nothing," Olivia mumbled.

"Liv, there's obviously something."