"What does it feel like?" She asked, seeming to relax as she moved to lay back down beside me resting her head just where my bump started. "It's sort of like butterflies." I started, pursing my lips as I tried to find the right words. "Except weirder."

There was something about her eyes, and the way the sweater seemed to hug her tightly—it made her never want to look away. Will one early-morning encounter at a coffee shop mean new beginnings for Olivia Benson, or will she let the chance drive away? Crossover w/ R&I. No Rizzles.