@mireyacortez // closed.
Olivia didn’t cook. At least not usually. And she was very much aware that Mireya knew that. So when Marco had said to do something for the other woman, this had been what had came to mind. Not that she hadn’t done something for her already. After all, the art space had been more than just a gesture. But after he had said she should spend some more time with the Mexican, Olivia had thought about how best to go about it. And so here she was, having set the table for pasta with a sauce to which she had found the recipe online. She just hoped that it was not going to be a disaster. The moment she heard Mireya come in, her eyes snapped up, giving the other a small smile. She didn’t know what it was about the woman that had such an effect on her. It wasn’t something she had felt before. And while she was terrified of it, part of her also didn’t want to lose it. “Had a good afternoon?”