When it came to social media, Olivia and Fitz were in different places. He was still getting used to the whole thing, needing to share on purpose, while she was a pro, experienced with all the new gadgets and apps. In their work lives, being TV personalities, staying relevant was important — in person and online. That included their Twitter and IG pages. Annalise sat them down before the holidays, encouraging them to post whenever they could. Retweet, like, and respond to most of the comments they'd receive. Whatever made them comfortable.

Fitz gradually started with random photos on set, reposting the professional shots or screen caps, and chose to take pictures of his everyday life, like his journeys to and from work. His co-host was more creative, using gifs and fun phrases to get their viewers to respond. She was in charge of taping some of the account's video clips on IG, and used them on her personal account. Once the crucial ratings week passed, a staff member suggested they'd do a Facebook live feed, right after a taping, and get viewers to ask questions. It went fairly well, so any thing to keep the focus on the show was nice.

After their lovely evening at Olivia's apartment, taking the next step of their relationship, the duo went their separate ways for the show's much needed holiday break— ten work days. Olivia flew down to Charleston to see her extended family for the first time since she left for Washington. Fitz's mother came in to stay for a few days, and they made plans to have dinner with friends in Virginia.

During their respective dinners on Christmas Eve, they were texting each other. Random comments mostly, because it was hard to sneak away and call, but once in a while, they'd share pictures.

Olivia was first to start the exchange.

You like?

The Popes had a fun tradition of wearing colorful sweaters with sparkles, extra shapes, and loud patterns, or fun props such as Santa hats and glasses. Before the end of the night, the whole family would take a group shot. Olivia found a green top with a sassy, animated version of St. Nick, and wore that bad boy for most of the day.

Yes. It's festive.

Thank you, she answered, with a huge smile on her face. Then, she quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking at her. Being in a tight-knit family, it wasn't easy to keep things hidden, so she had to be clever. Whenever she had a new beau, all the family investigated and attempted to get clues from anything and everything she said. From experience, hearing "Why you smiling, Livvie," was annoying as all get out, as if she couldn't look happy for no good reason. Maybe after the debacle with her ex, that's why they may notice a change in her demeanor. But thanks to her lucky stars, no one noticed.

She received a photo text a hour later.

You think this would fit AK's criteria for good content?

Fitz was sitting in someone's kitchen, in a brown sweater, hair slicked back, and a funky pair of holiday goggles with bright antlers. Not quite like her foam shades but still adorable. He was looking very handsome.

Absolutely. But at the dinner table?

Look, I had to do it quickly, with the food in the background, before my Mom got on my ass. Adds a nice touch.

Post it!

You sure?

Yes...

Why the fuck are we being so concerned about this during our break? Are we getting paid for this?

Olivia texted back two emojis, a orange angry face, and a girl facepalming.

What?

You scared? The ladies will love it. I think it's cute.

Fitz scoffed, but switched to his Instagram app. Getting her approval, even with sarcasm, was enough to push through. Instead of doing the normal post where followers could comment, he chose to document the night's activities via the stories option. He snapped shots with the guests, the decorations, and especially the food. His hosts were Italian, so they participated in the annual Feast of the Seven Fishes, but they took up a notch and made eight dishes. The last shot? His selfie, with a dorky caption: "All about the eyewear".

It was getting late, so after he said "goodnight" to his Mom and Olivia, he fell fast asleep.

The next morning was nice; quiet time with his Mom, exchanging gifts, reminiscing, and drinking coffee. As he was getting ready to change out of his pajamas, Olivia texted him.

Hey. FaceTime me.

Before he could do that, he received several notifications from both apps.

He was tagged in a story post — Olivia paired their pictures with a title: Who wore it better?

Smirking, he voted for himself. Once he pressed on his name, he saw the tally — 38% for him and 64% for Olivia.

"Hello? Good morning."

"Hi."

"Hi."

His ears perked, hearing her voice and seeing her face in motion for the first time in a few days. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Fitz. What's up?"

"You wanted me to call you," he softly countered.

"I know... Did you see?"

He grinned. "I didn't know you were going to do that."

"Had to keep the viewers interested."

"By starting a competition?"

Olivia laughed, "It's all in good fun. Plus, we look cute together."

"You crack me up. Trying to start somethin'."

"Is that bad," she asked, sounding very mischevious.

He didn't want to take that route; he was starting to feel funny about keeping their relationship a secret. "Everything going well down there?"

"Indeed," she replied, letting go of her "professional" voice, with the Charleston roots coming out. "Gifts have been opened. We're cleaning up now and getting ready to have brunch. I'd help out, but Lord knows I don't cook well."

Playfully, he questioned her, pretending to take offense. "What? A Southern woman who doesn't cook?"

"Watch it, Mister," she warned, pointing her finger at the screen. "I can, but somehow, it doesn't always come out right."

"You can test your recipes on me."

"Stop," she interrupted, aware of her cheeks warming up. Fitz has a way of making her blush and feel all warm and fuzzy. Such an opposite from others, but she liked it. "You're too sweet."

He winked, "I try."

"Livvie!"

Mr. Pope was calling from downstairs.

"I know..."

"I'm sorry," she said.

Fitz nodded, wishing they could talk more, but understood. "Text me later."

"Sounds good." She poked out her lips, wishing he was right there to kiss her. "Byeee…"

By noon, tweets were popping up with a screenshot of Olivia's story.

I love OliviaPope and FitzGrant3 — they are so much fun! Miss them already.

Does anyone think the hosts on Morning Live should go on a date?

That would be great, someone replied. They're hot.

You can have chemistry and not date!

But have you seen them? Something's there.

It was a little post, only seen for ten seconds, but it was making waves. For the right reasons? Who could say, but they weren't going to worry about it.

Later in the afternoon, Olivia's cousin ran up to her, was highly amused. "Hey, Liv. You're beating Fitz. Girl power!"

Grinning, Olivia, lifted her fist, "You know it! I look way better than him, don't you think?"

Meanwhile, Fitz received messages from Marcus and others, who joked about his "Dad" selfie.

"You need to step it up, man, with these photos. You're supposed to be giving sexy."

"I thought I was," Fitz commented.

Marcus suggested, "Next time, you should get help from Michaela, or someone from your ideal demographic for these photos."

Fitz chuckled, knowing full well who could assist.

For the rest of the day, he and Olivia communicated through texts; he liked how they were connecting outside of work. There was no pressure, which was very important.

A text from Annalise woke both of them up, literally: Love the shades, you two! When we return from break, can we schedule a quick meeting?

LOL, I said on twitter, I was going to stop writing for the remainder of the week. But that didn't happen. Next update: y'all's favorite... The Look. I did say I'd update by the 31st, and that's going to happen. xo