Olivia's POV
I sat at my dining table, staring at my phone while absentmindedly spooning cereal into my mouth. My hair was still damp from the shower, and I was already dressed in jeans and a comfy sweater for the day. But my mind was anywhere but on my breakfast or my outfit.
No reply from Christopher.
"Come on, you infuriating man," I muttered, scrolling through our conversation for the millionth time. "What, did your thumbs fall off overnight?"
I stabbed at my cereal, imagining each Cheerio was Christopher's smug face. "Oh, I'm Christopher Wallace," I said in a mocking, deep voice. "I'm too important to reply to mere mortals. I'll just leave them hanging because I'm sooo busy and important."
My phone buzzed, and I nearly upended my bowl to grab it. But it wasn't Christopher. It was Logan.
Logan: Morning, beautiful. You up?
I rolled my eyes. No, Logan, I'm sleep-texting.
Me: Yep, eating breakfast. You?
Logan: Just got to work. Thinking about you.