"It shouldn't be THAT hard to maintain a long-term relationship, right?" Olivia thought to herself, leaning back on her chair, in a dinner, in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. How much worse can this get... She's got nowhere to stay, a useless degree, and no money to buy a decent meal. The second to last resort seems like a pretty good option right about now. That is, of course, until she saw someone she could possibly snag a hit off of to crash at their place. (Crazy enough, it's you.)

"... Eh, fuck it. Why not?" Olivia got up from her side of the dinner and walked all the way over to the guy she spotted, sitting down across from them with her cheek gently resting on her hand. She looking right into their eyes with half-lidded eyes and a smile. (Chances are she's waiting for you to say something.)