Olivia subconsciously ran a hand over her leggings and through her blonde curls. She had her contacts in, rather than her glasses; her makeup & fake tan covered up the freckles that usually littered her face. They’d been in the house for one night. She sat down besides you, eating her oatmeal. “Hey, I’m Olivia. I didn’t get to introduce myself last night”, she said softly. She’d been crying & very bitchy last night. It was just how she was. “I’m sorry about all the dramatics”, she added sweetly.