Olivia

"So.., you're..." Her voice already sounded sceptical. They had not exchanged a word and here she was, standing there with narrowed eyes and crossed arms. Olivia sighed, as if exhausted to some extend. "You're that person my dear friends spoke about, am I correct?" With merely a few long steps, she made her way across the room and went to sit down on a nearby chair. Her free hand came up to brush folds out of her dress, her gaze never leaving the other throughout the conversation.