(Disclaimer: Again, they're not mine. Nothing belongs to me. But my shrink informs me that them not belonging to me might be better.)
When we came in this morning there were flowers sitting on her desk. She didn't look surprised to see them. She read the card and then ripped it to shreds.
"Liv?"
She looks at me overtop of the file she's reading. "What?"
"Who'd the flowers come from?"
"You've been forthcoming with me when? Why should I tell you?"
"Who is he?"
"Why do you wanna know?"
"Olivia…"
"You know it'll be over by next week. There's no point in mentioning him."
I decide to give it up. The mystery man's going to stay a mystery until she decides to spill.