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“So, you and Brody?” Olivia smirked as she placed some pieces of fruit in five bowls.

“I know that face, Liv. There is nothing going on.” I groaned, “we’re just friends.”

“Friends definitely don’t look at each other the way you two do.” She snickered.

Olivia placed the knife onto the kitchen island and looked at me with a serious expression. She leaned against the kitchen island, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.

“In all seriousness, how are you doing now you’re back?” She asked.

I took a deep breath, then smiled at Olivia.

“I’m glad to be back.” I sighed, “really glad to be...