With a pen and a piece of paper, Olive quickly jotted down the things she would need to do that day. The Pie Maker, Chuck, and Emerson were in the Pie Hole discussing a new case involving a young man, scissors, and a Darth Vader suit. All of these crimes troubled Olive because her sentimental heart ached for peace and happiness.
"Perfect!" she said as she picked up the paper and admired her perfect penmanship, her happiness squashed at the incoming realization that she would have to face yet another day with Ned and Chuck.
"If only chuck had not come," Olive thought as her imagination played out a romantic dinner and evening with Ned, only to be broken when Chuck intercedes and makes out with Ned.
"Ew!" she said as she closed her apartment door, paper in hand and walked to the Pie Hole.
"Great, there they are, discussing some sad tragic murder. They'll shoo me off like some dumb fly to place and deliver pie orders as usual" Olive thought and then sarcastically murmured, "Pie time."
"Good morning!" she announce as she entered not expecting an answer but still thinking it polite.
To her surprise Chuck answered with a cheerful hello.
What's gotten into her? She usually ignores me. Wondered Olive.
Chuck stood up and walked over to where Olive has seated. She planned to ask Olive a favor, but just as she reached her, a customer arrived. Olive assumed her position as waitress and served him. Chuck walked away to get something from Ned's apartment. He was a regular, and she knew his order by heart, but did not know his heart.
"Cherry pie with cream on the side and decaf," Olive recited dully as she gazed at Ned, half noticing that the customer was Fredo.
Knowing her obsession, but distracted by his prevailing admiration, Fredo tried to strike up a conversation.
"My tonics have sold quite well the past few days!" he said excitedly.
"Uh huh" Olive replied with much less enthusiasm.
Emerson and Ned stood up seemingly ending their discussion of the 'Wars Scissorman'
Olive seemed to be jolted back into reality as Ned asked her a question.
"Huh?"
"I said 'Will you watch the Pie Hole while I'm gone?'" he repeated as the wheels continued to move onto other things in his brain.
"Yes," Olive retorted, "It is always fun to watch this place…alone…all the time…"
Olive's face, bright and lush from the interaction with Ned, fell to melancholy as he left.
"Yet another ordinary day."
Olive sighed and went back to work.