I waited a fair while, but she didn’t respond.
Emmett:Seriously, no pressure, Olivia. You tell me when you’d like to meet, and I’ll see what I can do. How about that?
Olivia:Alright.
I waited again while the dots on the screen came and went a few times.
Olivia:Does Friday work for you?
Emmett:8pm on Friday at Ray’s Seafood Restaurant at Venice Beach?
Olivia:That’s a little out of my price range.
Emmett:My shout.
Olivia:Well . . . okay. See you then.
Emmett:See you then.
I couldn’t stop grinning as I ate the rest of my dinner. I couldn’t explain it, but I had a good feeling about this woman. I put my plate and cutlery in my dishwasher and went to my living room, hoping I could catch the end ofSurvivor.