Apr 30, 2020
Snippet of P+O
“Wait, Olivia,” Payton tripped over an untied shoelace.
“What,” Olivia asked, slightly tired of the awkward banter.
“Do you wanna… wanna hang out in the shop… tomorrow?”
“Sure, I guess.”
The bell rang.
Olivia tried to break the heavy silence. She punched Payton softly. “See you tomorrow, loser.” And walked out the door.
His hands in his pockets and shoulders tensed, looking down at his feet, Payton gave a slightly bashful smile. “Tomorrow.”