Olivia Westworth
James let him go.
“Anthony, it’s really you!” I couldn’t help but smile, the familiarity of his face bringing back a flood of memories. We had known each other for years, growing up in the same neighborhood, but we lost touch in college when we moved here. Seeing him now felt surreal.
Anthony’s grin widened, and he pulled me into a quick, warm hug. “I can’t believe it,” he said as he pulled back, still holding onto my arms as if to make sure I was real. “It’s been forever, Livvy! What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” I replied, still a little dazed. “What are you doing in Philly?”
“I’m here for a project,” he explained, his posture relaxing now that James had stepped back. “I’m an engineer, remember? Got assigned to some remote work here, but I’l
