Olivia’s Humor and Tender Moments

The trip to the movies the day before had been fun, but I couldn't help laughing as I remembered how Olivia had commented on every romantic scene with her trademark sarcasm. While we watched the protagonists declare their love in the middle of a storm, she had muttered something like:

"See? That's how it's done. But of course, without the perfect makeup after running in the rain. Who has time for that in real life?"

Now, as we walked toward class, Sack tried to steal a quick kiss before entering the building. He was leaning toward me when, just before our lips met, I heard a familiar voice behind us.

"What is this? A cheap telenovela? If you want an audience, you should charge admission."

I turned to see Olivia holding a coffee cup with a mischievous smile on her face. Sack and I quickly pulled apart, though I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

"Olivia, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.

"Oh, you know, just enjoying the morning show," she replied, taking a sip of her coffee. "Though, honestly, I expected more drama. Maybe you two should practice a little more."

Sack snorted, pretending to be offended.

"Thanks for the advice, Olivia. We really appreciate your professional opinion on… well, everything."

"You're welcome," she said, winking at me. "I'm always available for romance consultations. Just make sure to warn me before attempting another Oscar-worthy scene."

"You know, Olivia," I said, crossing my arms, "you could be a little less critical. Not all of us have your level of experience with romantic movies."

"Exactly," Sack chimed in, backing me up. "And besides, it's not like you're doing any better. When was the last time you went out with someone?"

Olivia pretended to be offended, placing a hand over her heart.

"Hey! That was a low blow. For your information, I've been busy. Love isn't exactly a priority when you have academic projects and creative aspirations."

"Sure, sure," I said, rolling my eyes. "And I suppose you're also too busy observing our love lives, right?"

"Someone has to do it," Olivia responded, shrugging. "Besides, you two make it impossible to look away. It's like watching a train wreck: you can't take your eyes off it."

Sack and I exchanged a knowing glance before continuing to walk toward class, leaving Olivia laughing behind us.

Throughout the day, Sack and I tried to find moments to be alone, but Olivia seemed to have a special radar for showing up just as we were about to kiss.

We were sitting at a secluded table, supposedly studying for the final project. Sack slowly leaned toward me, taking advantage of the quiet corner where we were alone. Just as his lips were about to brush mine, I heard a voice from behind a nearby shelf.

"Oh, please! If you're going to do that, at least warn me so I can put on headphones. I don't want to accidentally witness your teenage romance."

We both jumped apart, looking at Olivia, who was holding a huge book against her chest as if it were a shield.

"How did you even find us here?" Sack asked, incredulous.

"I have my methods," Olivia replied mysteriously. "Besides, this place smells like old books and teenage love. It was obvious you'd be here."

I couldn't help laughing as Sack shook his head, resigned.

"You know, Olivia," I said, trying to keep a straight face, "you might consider becoming a detective. You have a natural talent for ruining intimate moments."

"I'll take that as a compliment," she responded, grinning widely. "But seriously, guys, if you're going to do this, at least make it memorable. I don't want my valuable time wasted on mediocre kisses."

"Mediocre?" Sack asked, pretending to be offended. "Who said our kisses are mediocre?"

"Well, I don't know," Olivia replied, shrugging. "I've never seen one up close enough to judge. You're always too busy trying to hide from me."

"That's not true," I said, laughing. "We just don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"Oh, please," Olivia responded, rolling her eyes. "I'm not that fragile. I just want to make sure you're putting enough effort into it. After all, someone has to keep the standards high."

Later, during lunch, Sack and I shared a table in the cafeteria. We exchanged knowing glances as we talked about the project. When we thought we were alone, Sack slowly leaned in to kiss me.

But just before our lips touched, Olivia, sitting across from us, pretended to cover her eyes with a napkin.

"Sugar alert! This is too much for me. I need insulin immediately."

We pulled apart instantly, laughing despite the interruption.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Sack asked, trying to maintain a serious expression.

"Not really," Olivia replied, shrugging. "Besides, someone has to keep you two in check. Without me, you'd probably be kissing in every corner of the campus."

"You're exaggerating," I said, smiling. "We're not that bad."

"Oh, yes you are," Olivia responded, pointing at us with her fork. "You're like a walking romance novel. All intense stares, whispers, and stolen kisses. It's exhausting."

"So, what do you suggest we do?" Sack asked, pretending to be genuinely interested.

"Well, you could try being more discreet," Olivia said thoughtfully. "Or better yet, you could learn to kiss better so it's worth interrupting."

"Kiss coach?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Exactly," Olivia said, nodding seriously. "Someone has to teach you best practices. And who better than me, an expert in the art of fictional romance?"

Sack and I laughed, unable to contain ourselves.

At the end of the day, Sack and I decided to go up to the roof of the dormitory, a place we often visited to think or just relax. This time, we managed to share a long, meaningful kiss without interruptions… or so we thought.

Just as we were about to pull apart, we heard a familiar voice behind us.

"Well, well, you've had your romantic moment. Now I'll return to my role as official spectator. But I'll give you credit: that kiss was movie-worthy."

We turned to see Olivia standing there, an ironic smile on her face.

"How did you find us here?" Sack asked, exasperated but amused.

"It's my job," she replied, shrugging. "Besides, someone has to make sure you don't turn into cliché romance novel characters."

"You know, Olivia," I said, smiling, "someday you're going to miss this. Our awkward moments, your jokes, and everything else."

"I doubt it," she responded, though I could see a flicker of tenderness in her eyes. "But in the meantime, I'll keep being the best friend and official spectator of your romance."

Sack and I laughed, knowing that although Olivia was always joking, she truly appreciated our relationship and enjoyed being part of our dynamic.