The next day Olive was getting ready to go out and meet Maria when she realized that she hasn't asked her where they would be meeting.
She called her and someone picked up the call.
It was a male voice, a voice that was familiar to Olive's ears.
She has heard this voice more than once and was absolutely in love with the owner.
It was Rome.
"Hello? Hello? Who's that? Why aren't you speaking?" He kept saying hello but Olive was frozen in her place.
She couldn't move her legs or gather the courage to talk.
It seemed as if her tongue was tied for real.
Her broke into million pieces and she couldn't even cry about it.
She was feeling numb. She started overthinking.
Without saying anything, she cuts the call.
Rome who was on the other side looked at the phone with questioning eyes.
"Who's this honeybee? They called but didn't even bother saying anything. Weird people," he throws the phone on the sofa.