~ Seattle ~
Sunday
9:03 AM
Olivia is in the elevator, heading to 31st floor of Liz's apartment building.
She glanced at the large bag in her hand and sighed when she saw washed Max's t-shirt inside. Liz told her yesterday to wash and return it.
Her mind flashed with conversation from yesterday…
Olivia was in panic: "You expect me to ring his doorbell and talk to him?!"
Liz didn't think it's a big deal. "If it's a problem, just leave it in front of his door. He will bump into it eventually."
Back to present…
Olivia exhaled to calm her nerves. First, she will go to Liz's apartment, open few windows to let the fresh air in, and then she will find her courage to return his t-shirt. As much as she is terrified of facing Max freaking Anderson, this is a monumental opportunity to talk to him. How many times an average girl like her gets a genuine reason to interact with a God of Seattle's nightlife?
