before next time

She didn't ask about anything that Roger was hoping Olivia would ask. Instead she was oblivious as usual, he supposed. Olivia the oblivious. Yeah, it brought a smile to his lips as he thought about her.

She'd been nice, but acted as if she didn't really know him at the grocery store when she came through to pay for her salad and a huge bottle of water. Though, for a second, he wondered if she was going to say something. There was something odd about the expression on her face, yet she said very little. At least she gave him a little hand sign to tell him to call her.

"So what's up?" He asked from his cell on his leisurely walk home.

"You didn't say goodbye this morning," Olivia informed him.

"Yeah, well, I didn't want to wake you."

"But I over slept." She sighed.

"Sorry."

"And all these kids were all over me this morning. Dragging me around. I didn't get my coffee." She went on to say about her job at the University where she worked with deaf kids at a daycare.

"Yeah, well, I'll remember next time." Of course, possibly there wouldn't be a next time. Shouldn't he be out scouting for hotties? He thought then. Except, he was scared and not in the mood to even think about such nonsense. It felt silly to him now. And this ordeal with Ellie bringing home Lon burned him bitter. He didn't want to be around, anybody. Nobody except Olivia.

"So what are you doing later?" She did hold the magic question.

"I was hoping you'd ask that," he grinned. Roger would have to think of something.