Where: Ashville, Olivia’s flat
Status: Closed | @kodadawson
She was not entirely sure what had compelled her to grab her phone and text the very person she had so very nearly written off if it were not for the universe practically shoving him down her throat. Most likely boredom with a dash of feeling sorry for herself she had nothing to do on a Saturday evening – and given she was an attractive single woman in a new city, that really was a sobering truth. And maybe, just maybe, the fact that she kinda liked Koda. Liv tossed her phone aside after pressing send, almost as though she was struggling to live with her impromptu decision, but she was just as quick to snatch it once it vibrated. Jackpot.
Her to-do list – shimmy into something comfortable but still cute, freshen up, give the flat a quick tidy-up, fill Cal’s bowl so he would not be a bother – she had ticked off by the time the doorbell rang. Opening the door with a crooked smile, she nodded Koda inside. She was strangely flustered, unsure where to place the feeling – it was not butterflies, but it was… some type of excitement. Either way and all labels aside, she liked the feeling.
Leading them into her living room, she gestured at the open bottle of Nero d’Avola on her kitchen counter, opened earlier to add a splash to her dinner, she was not one to waste a single drop of it. “Help yourself. Alternatively, there’s beer in the fridge and you’re welcome to grab a brownie – the cookies I made are for work. Touch them and you’re cat food.” Her orange tabby may not have looked particularly menacing, but he could raise hell. Unceremoniously, Liv grabbed her glass of wine and plopped down in a corner of her enormous sofa, seemingly swallowed up by it. “Got any preferred genres? I can do anything but rom-coms and action.”