She enters the arena, and takes her seat. It is a rainy afternoon, and she just happens to have a ticket to a Knick's game. The arena is loud, as people file into their seats. It is rare that she gets a day off, and even rarer that she has a day off without her son. On this particular afternoon Noah is at a birthday party with Amanda, who insisted Olivia take the afternoon off. She grins, as she looks down at her snack, and beer. She hasn't gotten to take in a game in person for years. She briefly glances down at her phone, but the screen is blank. She knows it is only a matter of time before duty calls, as it always does. She watches people pass by as she settles in her seat. She looks up, and finds a familiar face taking the seat next to her. She furrows her brow, as he makes eye contact with her. He is a certain tall, handsome lawyer. Trevor sports an uncharacteristically casual look. He is wearing a pair of grey sneakers, some blue jeans, and a t-shirt with the Knick's logo on the front of it.
"Small world, huh?" Trevor grins.
"I guess so."
"Who are you here with?" Trevor questions.
"I am here by myself," she beams.
"No Noah?"
"He is at a birthday party, with Amanda. I was banished by her. My son actually waved me off when we got there."
"I see."
"Who are you here with?" Olivia inquires.
"Myself. Just out of curiosity where did you get your ticket?"
"Barba gave it to me, he said that he had to go out of town unexpectedly."
Trevor grins, "He gave me the same sad story."
"What do you think his agenda is here?"
Trevor shrugs, "Maybe he did have to go out of town, and he was just being nice."
"I doubt it."
"Don't let me stop you from enjoying the game."
An hour later, and a few drinks later Olivia, and Trevor are laughing, and having a good time. They trade stories, and grins, and barely notice the ballgame going on around them. They are oblivious to the cheering fans, or loud buzzer. For a moment they break eye contact, and shift their focus to the game. The Knick's are down by fifteen. Trevor clears his throat. Olivia turns her head to look at him.
"We could get out of here. I posit that your M&M's didn't make a very nutritious lunch."
"I also had alcohol," she points out.
"Ah yes, hops, and chocolate, the lunch of true winners."
She can't help but laugh.
"I guess I was asking if you would like to join me for lunch."
"Okay," she agrees.
A couple of hours later he walks her back to her apartment from the restaurant they had lunch at. She stops at the door, and turns to look at him, as she digs for her keys.
"Noah isn't going to go to a movie with Amanda, and Jessie after the birthday party. Do you want to come in?"
"I wouldn't want to impose."
"I have wine," she offers.
"Okay," he agrees.
Olivia has fallen asleep, by the time that Noah arrives home. She hears someone knocking on her door, and rolls over to look at the clock. She sits up in bed, and quickly reorients herself. She climbs out of bed, and heads for the door. She smooths her hair with her hand. She checks the peephole, and finds her son waiting on her on the other side. She pulls the door open, and he greets her with a hug.
"Did you have a good time?"
"Yes, and I ate cake," he grins.
"I am so glad you had fun."
"Can I go play with my trucks?" He questions, as she hugs him close.
"Yes," she nods.
Amanda stands in the hallway, with Jessie on her hip.
"Did he do okay?"
"They both had a blast," Amanda admits.
"She looks worn out."
"They did a lot of playing. Did you have a good afternoon?"
"I did."
"How was the game?"
"The Knicks lost."
"Oh well, as long as you had a good time."
"I did."
"What did you do after the game?"
"Grabbed lunch, and came home, and took a nap. It was glorious."
"I'll see you at work. I am going to get her home, she's tired."
"Are you sure you don't want to come in?"
"I'm going to head home."
"Bye. Thank you."
"Anytime."
Olivia retreats into her apartment, closing the door behind her. She finds Noah sitting at the coffee table lining up his cars. She takes a seat on the floor next to him.
"Should we race?" She asks him.
"Yes," he nods, as he grins from ear to ear.
"Which car would you like to be?"
"This one," he points.
"The green one?"
"Yes."
"Can mommy be the black one?"
"Okay," he agrees.
"Ready, set, go."
He laughs hysterically as his car flies off the table. Olivia grins at him.
"Oops," he giggles.
"You are a silly boy. Did you enjoy the movie?"
"Uh huh. How were the Icks?"
She laughs, "The Knicks."
"Who are the Knicks?" He queries.
"They are a team of guys who play basketball."
"Oh."
"You don't sound interested," she realizes.
"I like cars."
"I know."
"And cake," he adds.
"That is the second time you mentioned cake. What kind of cake did you have?"
He shrugs, "I don't know it was red."
"Red? Was it red velvet?"
"No," he shakes his head, "It tasted like fruit."
"Cherry?"
"No. Oh it was pink, not red," he remembers.
"Pink?"
"It was 'trawberry," he recounts.
"Strawberry?"