"Excuse me; I'm looking for Fitzgerald Grant's office. Can you tell me where to find it?" a woman asked at the front desk of the library.

Olivia looked up from her books to see the woman whose voice sounded familiar.

"Mrs. Sinclair!" she said a bit too loudly. Olivia got up and walked over to her. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see Fitz. Liv, I didn't know you were coming here. It's been so long since I've seen you sweetie. Is there somewhere we can go to catch up?"

Olivia packed up her books and walked out with Katherine and took her to the coffee shop across the street.

"How are you doing? When did you get here, Liv?" Katherine asked a bit excited to see her.

"A couple months ago. I'm doing alright. I was sorry to hear about Katie, Mrs. Sinclair."

"You can call me Katherine, Liv. Why didn't your father tell us you were coming here for school?"

"This wasn't the plan. I wasn't supposed to go to Georgetown, remember? It wasn't the right college."

"But it's Georgetown. I know it's not Harvard but it's still good." Katherine watched Olivia look down at her coffee. "You were accepted into Harvard, weren't you? Why didn't you go? Katie never said anything about you going to Harvard."

"Katie didn't know. We lost touch after she got sick. I'm so sorry about that. I did get accepted into Harvard but Dad couldn't afford the payment."

"Sweetie, why didn't you tell me? We would've helped you."

"I couldn't ask you to do that. I'm saving all the money that I can for Harvard for the next two years."

"Come on, we're going to get you some real food."

"Katherine, I'm fine."

"You aren't eating."

"I eat. I had steak just the other day."

"That's good. Like on a date?"

"NO! Definitely not a date," she barked. "Sorry, just… it wasn't a date. He didn't want to be anywhere near me. It was more of an apology dinner."

"That's a big apology. Was it a classmate?"

"Worse."

"A professor?"

"Let's talk about something else. How's everybody back home? Abby doing okay? What about you?"

"Everyone's doing alright. Abby's fine. Tom's doing okay. I think he took Katie's death the hardest. He's coping. I'm alright. We all knew it was coming."

"I'm so sorry. I sent flowers."

"I figured those were from you. But there wasn't a card. Why didn't you send a card with it?"

"I did send a card but…" Olivia and Katherine jumped and turned their heads to the window where a hard knock came from. "I have to go."

Olivia stood up grabbing her bag trying to leave before he got closer to her.

No such luck.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Fitz screamed at her. "What the hell are you doing with her?"

"FITZGERALD GRANT! How dare you speak to her like that!" Katherine yelled at him.

"Do you have any sense at all? When did I say it was okay to sit down with my mother and interview her for your damn research, Ms. Pope?"

"Professor, I'm so sorry..."

"You're always sorry for something. Get out of here and don't ever let me see you near my family again."

"Katherine, I've got to go. I hope you enjoy your visit."

"Don't talk to her," Fitz barked at Olivia.

"Fitzgerald Grant! Mind your mouth and sit down. You too, Olivia."

"I really should go, Katherine. Give me a call when you get the chance."

Before Katherine could protest, Olivia ran out of the coffee shop leaving Fitz with his mother.

"You had no right to speak to her like that. And you will apologize to her," Katherine ordered.

"I refuse to apologize to a stalker, mother. Why didn't you tell me you were in town?"

"I didn't know I had to report my coming and goings to you. And that lovely girl is not a stalker and you know it." Fitz looked confused to her. "Dear Lord, you have no idea who she is, do you?"

"A pain in my ass is what she is."

Katherine leaned over the table and smacked his head. "Watch your mouth. And don't ever talk about Olivia like that again."

"Enlighten me please; you seem to be very comfortable around her. Who is she? She sent flowers, blue roses to Katie's memorial and knows everything about her and our family. She's done her homework on us. And she's here at Georgetown only for my class. Now if that doesn't sound like a stalker, I don't know what she is."

"She's Katie's best friend."