Force of Habit

Chapter 8

"Hey, it's been a while. How're you Olivia?" a familiar voice from behind me says, inturrupting me from my songwriting.

"Oh, hey Sawyer. I'm doing pretty good what about you? We haven't talked in what, a day, two?" I say, looking up. He sits down across from me.

"I'm fine," he says taking a sip of his drink, which I'm assuming is coffee, based on the fact that it's about 7 in the morning and that's about the time when people actually drink coffee.

"Good to know," I turn back to my writing.

"So what's been going on in the life of Olivia lately? Any new drama or such that you'd like to share?" he asks, inturrupting me, and believe me I really appreciate the inturruption, given that I'm diseased with the fatal, but not contagios, fate many people like to call writers block.

"Hmm, not a lot really has been going on since I've last seen you. But, my roof's still as crap as ever."

"Olivia you really should get that fixed, it won't be good once the snow comes, and that'll be pretty soon since it's November."

"Yeah, but I just like nature too much to block it out with something so rudimantary as a roof," I say with a little sigh. This causes him to smile, bringing out his dimples. "I'm glad you approve. Nice bandana by the way," I continue. Sawyer and I have become really close. He's about my only friend in New York, I wouldn't count co-workers as friends, and has really helped me get to know the place better. You could say he's my best friend, but I'm sure I'm not his, he probably has tons of friends.

"You like it?" he asks, adjusting it slightly.

I tilt my cup towards him as I speak, "Yeah it suits you."

"So what's little miss songwriter working on now?"

"A crappy song that isn't worth reading."

"I'll be the judge of that." Sawyer says, snatching the notebook away from my side of the table.

"Hey!" I lurch forward to get the book, embarrased by my writing, and accidentally knock the table enough for his coffee to spill on him. His red plaid flannel is now covered in hot coffee, no wait.... orange juice. He was drinking orange juice out of a paper travel coffee cup. Okay add that to the list of Sawyer, Likes drinking orange juice out of cups meant for coffee.

"Oh my gosh, Sawyer I'm so sorry!" I say, handing him some napkins.

"You are unbelievable Olivia Jade. I can't believe you just spilled orange juice all over me! How rude."

He's teasing me, I can tell, but I still feel bad about it, "Look I'm really sorry, I'm so clumsy I'm surprised I'm still standing actually."

"Olivia it's fine, don't sweat it," he says, taking the napkins but just using them to mop up the mess on the table.

"Aren't you going to use any of those to clean up your shirt or something?" I ask.

"No, Olivia Sophia, I'm not. You know why? Because I quite like the smell of orange juice and it's always been on my bucket list to have an orange juice bath, I've just never gotten around to it."

"You have a bucket list? I thought that was just something girls do."

Sawyer shakes his head, "Nope. Guys do them too," he sees my ''are you being serious right now'' face so he continues, "And no I'm not making it up I seriously have one, it includes other things, but the orange juice bath was one of the more important ones. And I guess I can check that off the list now."

"Can I ask you something?" I ask.

"You just did."

"Why were you drinking orange juice out of a cup meant for coffee?"