Adam Carlsen was handsome.
Adam Carlsen, with his long nose and wavy hair, with his full lips and angular face that shouldn’t have fit together but somehow did, was really, really, really handsome. Olive had no clue why it hadn’t registered before, or why what made her realize it was him putting on a plain back shirt.
She willed herself to stare ahead at the drink menu instead of his chest.
There’s something especially lovely about an overcast day. Clouds dipped in ink, the sky ready to crack open. The air turning crisp and sweet. It’s magic, the way the world seems to pause for a few moments right before a downpour, and I can never get enough of that heady anticipation – this sense that something extraordinary is about to happen.
Sometimes I think I could live in those moments forever.