Fitz could barely eat. His stomach was twisted in knots. He zoned out the entire lunch, hearing everyone's chitter chatter. He wanted to know more about Olivia's date. He wanted to apologize and come clean. He wanted to change her mind.

To pursue or not to pursue?

Fitz took care of the entire table's bill.

"Thank you, Mr. Grant." Olivia offered a soft smile.

Fitz weakly smiled back. It hurt to even look at her.

"Why don't you all take the rest of the day off and enjoy the weekend," Fitz shook hands with a couple of men at the table and made pleasantries.

The majority of the table headed off in their Mercedes and BMWs and went straight home. Olivia was one of the last ones to leave; she walked to a nearby parking garage.

"Liv, wait." Fitz ran behind her.

"I can't get rid of you."

Fitz immediately stopped in his tracks. She can cut like a knife.

"Well fuck, Liv." Fitz ran his fingers through his hair.

Olivia began to jaywalk across the street.

"Woah, woah, woah. Wait." Fitz grabbed her arm as a car tried to catch the yellow light.

"I'm not blind. I saw him coming."

Fitz let go of her arm as they continued to walk to the parking garage.

"What do you expect? You act like a spoiled brat." Olivia spat out.

They walked to the first level of the parking garage entered the elevator.

Olivia pushed the button for the fourth level.

"I'm laying my cards out... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I acted childish. I'm sorry for ignoring you, but it was easier to do so than to continue to kiss the ground you walk on and feel like a fool."

"What a half-ass apology."

Olivia walked out the elevator and rummaged through her purse for her car keys.

"Stop walking for a minute. It's only two o'clock. You won't be late for your date."

Olivia began to giggle. "Oh, I see. You're jealous. The minute someone wants me, now we all of a sudden have to talk." Olivia began to walk to her car.

"That's bullshit. I wanted to talk before I knew you had a date."

He was right. He did try to approach her before she ran her mouth. She could've lied. It's not like he would've really known.

"So two weeks go by and it just so happens the day I have a date, there's this urgency to talk?"

"Olivia, hear me out, please." Fitz pleaded as Olivia leaned against her car. He leaned against the car parked next to hers, but he couldn't care less. "I'm sorry for the childish behavior, I am. I don't know how to deal with this. Sincerely, I don't. I fell for you so quickly and I don't even know your middle name. I don't know your guilty pleasures or your favorite movie. I don't know the typical shit people usually know about loved ones. I was mad at myself more than anything. I was mad that I spoke too soon. I was mad that I expected you to feel the same way I did. I was mad at potentially making what we had go to waste because of that night."

"You weren't just caught up in the moment?"

"Liv, how could you ask me that? No! No, I wasn't just caught up in the moment. Were you?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I don't fucking know. You didn't give me a chance to explore those feelings because you cut me off. I couldn't wait for you. I wait for no one. That night, I was in pure bliss. I don't know what I feel for you, because quite frankly, I've never felt this way before. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. I'm confused and then I'm not confused. I don't know if I can just immediately pin it as love or maybe I can. You just didn't give me a chance. Right now, I don't know how I feel. You should've talked to me Fitz. I tried, but I'm not gonna wait on you hand and foot while you give me silent treatment." Her chest began to heave once she let what she's been wanting to say for days out. "And you're right, we don't know that much about each other."

Fitz didn't know what to say. What could he possibly do for their relationship to revert to how it was their first night in Miami?

Fitz followed his instincts and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her.

Olivia wiped one tear, but when she wiped one, two more began to fall. She pulled away from him.

"I just... I just need a little space."

It seemed weird for her to ask for a little space after he's given her plenty, but now that she laid her cards out on the table and he laid his, she wanted to act on logic and true feelings rather than an impulse. She wanted to think on it. Her feelings for him were intense, even though she tried blocking him out for those two weeks. It's why she accepted to go on a date with an old friend. She thought it would help get over this mess of what she's never felt before. Maybe this is what it's like to be in love. Those past few relationships she's been in, what was that? Was she in love then? Or, did she just care for them? She was even engaged, but she didn't remember feeling this way about her ex-fiance.

"Okay, Liv. Whatever you want. I'll wait." Fitz hugged her once more and kissed her on her cheek. "I love you," he softly whispered in her ear.

If it happens, it will happen. What is meant to be, will be. Right?

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