May 9, 2020
who: @livvylcc where: midnight brewery, crescent cove
It had started as an accident, nothing more than a happy coincidence, but somehow it had become a weekly thing. Oliver even had a little asterisk in each week of his planner. A standing appointment, of sorts, to get drinks with someone who hovered on the cusp of friendly acquaintance. Oliver tapped the screen of his phone checking the time. He was early, which wasn’t new. He’d just opened one of the many game apps on his phone when he heard the scrape of the stool beside him. “Hey, pal. I was starting to think that you’d skipped out on our date.”