Olivia's POV
I kicked off my heels when I entered my apartment, letting out a satisfied groan as my feet hit the cool hardwood floor. The New York trip still buzzed through my mind like champagne bubbles.
"Home sweet, tiny home," I muttered, dropping my bag on the counter. After experiencing the high life, the contrast between Christopher's penthouse and my shoebox apartment struck me differently.
I flopped onto my bed, not bothering to change out of my dress. My phone dug into my hip, reminding me I should probably tell Logan I was back.
I fished it out and typed: "Hey babe, I'm back from the test shoot. Are you free tonight?"
Within seconds, Logan's reply lit up the screen: "I miss you! Can we meet at 7? Your place?"
"Perfect. Bring takeout? Starving." I added a heart emoji because that's what girlfriends do, right?
"Thai or pizza?"
"Surprise me," I texted back, then tossed my phone onto my bed.