Elliot looked at the beautiful women walking next to him. Every time her shoulder accidentally brushed his, sparks of electricity would shoot through his entire body. He knew she felt it too by the way she grinned and looked at her feet.
He opened the door for her, "Always such a gentleman." She thought to herself.
They sat across from each other in the chairs they now jokingly called "The Big Comfy Couch." The first time Elliot said that name Olivia laughed. Elliot had told her that it was his daughter, Elizabeth's, favorite television show when she was younger. Now that she thought about, this nickname for the chair was the most adorable thing she'd ever heard a man say.
Elliot ordered for the both of them, he always knew exactly what she wanted depending on how the day was. If the day was nice, it was a Mocha Frappaccino. If the day was long and hard, it was plain black coffee. Today was the plain black coffee day.
"Liv, I have something important to tell you." He had succeeded in catching Olivia's attention.
"What is it? Is something wrong? Is it the kids?" Elliot could hear the concern in her voice. He knew that she loved his kids as if they were her own, and they loved her just as much.
"The kids are fine." He replied quickly to calm her down. "It's Kathy."
Olivia looked down, she hated when he brought up the women who prevented them from having a relationship. She would always say to herself, "He has a better relationship with me than his own wife." She would always then quickly rush this thought out of her head. She wasn't normally the jealous type.
"She filed for a divorce."
"Oh, Elliot. I'm so sorry." Although secretly, she wasn't.
"She, um….she thought we were having an affair." He said, with his eyebrows raised.
Olivia almost choked on her coffee. To hide the longing in her voice she responded while laughing, "What a laugh! We are just partners, she knows that."
"What if we're not?"
"What if we're not what?" She looked into his icy blue eyes questioningly.
"Liv, what if we're not just partners?"
Olivia found herself choking on her coffee again. She loved and hated at the same time that he could do this to her twice in 2 minutes. Olivia had an idea that he had feelings for her in return of hers; call it…women's intuition. But as much as this hurt her, she knew that it wasn't the right time. He was going through a divorce for god's sake! Going through, meaning that it wasn't yet final. They couldn't do this. Not yet.
"Elliot…" she mumbled, not looking into his eyes.
"I know you feel it too." Was all he answered.
"We can't." Tears started to come to her eyes. It killed her to say those words. "It's just…it's not the time." And with that, Olivia picked up her coffee, put on her coat, and walked out the door to start walking towards her empty, lonely apartment.