Olivia
I was reading on the porch when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. When I looked up, I saw the familiar figure of Nathan walking up the driveway. He had his hands in his pockets and his shoulders were slumped, and as he looked at me I could see a tinge of sadness in his eyes.
“Hey,” I said, snapping my book shut. “Everything alright?”
Nathan said nothing for a moment, his blue-green eyes searching my face before he nodded in the direction of the little strip of beach behind the villa.
“Olivia,” he murmured, his voice sounding weary. “Walk with me.”
A little part of me wanted to refuse the offer after our last argument was still left unreconciled, but it pained me to see my friend like this. “Sure,” I said quietly, nodding.
Nathan’s expression seemed to soften a bit.
