"Are you wearing my clothes and shoes?"

Olivia walked past Angela confidently. She liked vintage clothes, and Angela had a huge stockpile.

"Your generation copies everything."

"I have more in common with millennials than generation Z."

"You're a 2000's kid. Not a millennial."

"Some millennials were born in the 1990's."

"You cannot be a millennial with a 2000's childhood. Your generation is completely different. Have you ever recorded songs between commercials for your mixtape? Used a rotary phone?"

"Girl, you haven't used a rotary phone." Maya laughed at Angela.

"I know how to use it." Angela said.

"You're both spoiled. My generation was out the house at 18. We had to find a way to make it without our mama's paycheck."

"Yeah, well rent was $100 a month when you moved out your mom's house." Angela said.

Maya laughed and refilled her wine glass. Olivia left the conversation when her phone chimed alerting her of a new email. She was getting excited whenever the mystery guy replied to her emails. She didn't have anything to say. He really liked the 90's so she was sending him 90's pop culture meme's. She didn't get most of the references from the buzzfeed article, but he would. He was really into throwback stuff. The guy had dialup internet.

When can I meet you in person?

IDK. I'm at a party right now.

So am I.

His reply made Olivia look around. Could it be him? Fitz was looking at his phone. It wasn't possible.

I'm not looking for anything serious...I have a girlfriend...well, she's really my best friend...but she might be more than that one day. I would like to get coffee with you one day. I know we only talked for a school project, but I miss you like an old friend. What's your name?

"Olivia."

"Fitzgerald...you can call me Fitz."

Olivia gasped and covered her mouth. Angela waved her hands in her face getting her attention. "I need you in the kitchen."

"I didn't know. I promise. I would never..."

"Liv, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing."

Angela reached for her hand and pulled her to the kitchen, "No more wine for you."