"I thought that was Finn's first birthday gift?"
"No. Well, it took a while to finish the project, but yeah. It's for Ava and you're the second person to know about it. The first one is her, of course." Oliver tipped his glass to Maxen before drinking it, scrunching his face when it hit the back of his throat.
"I'm not shocked. Everyone's talking about how smitten you were to her, but it's weird because she rarely talks when she's around and when she does open her mouth, she comes off as snotty. Don't tell her I to—" Maxen's speech was interrupted when Oliver shot up from the sofa.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" he asked, walking in long strides to where Ava was. She was hugging the door frame, swaying to an invisible music.
"Why are you still here, Ollie? Who's with Finn?" Her eyelashes fanned as she tried to keep her eyes open.
