DID I?

Olive and I settled into a cozy corner of our favorite cafe, the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the scent of baked goods wafting through the air.

Work had wrapped up for the week, and the anticipation of the weekend hung in the atmosphere, yet I found myself tethered to this moment, sharing the whirlwind of my life with her.

As I recounted the turmoil between Roman and me, I felt the weight of every word, and Olive listened intently, her expressions shifting with the unfolding drama.

"You're audacious," she remarked, taking a slow sip of her Coca-Cola, the sound of ice clinking against the glass punctuating her disbelief. She twirled the straw thoughtfully, her vibrant gaze locked onto mine.

"Are you saying his family conspired against him, and you were a pawn in their game?" Her bewilderment was palpable, etched across her face.