*Lena*
Oliver stopped short of us, his gaze moving slowly away from my face and settling on Abigail. I looked between them, noticing the flex of Oliver's jaw and the way Abigail swallowed, her mouth twitching into a nervous smile.
Normally, my boisterous, confident Abigail would have had him already wrapped around her finger, deep in some conversation while she purred into his ear. But she was shockingly quiet, and her cheeks had gone pink.
“Abigail, you said?" Oliver bowed his head lightly in greeting, which caused Abigail's hand to twitch as it grazed my own. He met her eye, and the look they shared made me blush. I'd been right, I guessed. Oliver was much more suited to her than Charlie would have been.
“Yes," she replied, her voice dripping with nothing but politeness. She began
