Rainy days plus not feeling good leads me to write ridiculousness. Apologies.

Say, boy, let's not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

-Ed Sheeran (Shape of You)

Rarely did Olivia beat him to the bar. But, tonight was a night that he got held up and she managed to get out on time. She smiled at Anthony as he put her drink down in front of her. She sipped her drink and glanced over at the two women who had saddled up to the bar next to her. "Mitzy and Bitsy" she thought to herself. She looked in the mirror and caught a glimpse of him as he walked in, phone pressed to his ear. He sent her a small nod as he caught her looking at him and turned to continue his call.

"Wait. Stop. Isn't that the lawyer that's always in the papers?" she heard Mitzy say to Bitsy.

She glanced over to see them staring directly at Rafael Barba, who was still jabbering away on the phone, giving whoever was on the other end a giant piece of his mind.

"What's his name again?" She could see Bitsy pull her phone out and start tapping away. Olivia assumed she was looking for the most recent story about the case they were trying to wrap up, the reason he was late meeting her and still on the phone now.

"Found it. Barba. Rafael Barba."

"He is ridiculous. God!"

"I know. What do you think he's doing here?"

"Coming to meet me. He just doesn't know it yet." Olivia rolled her eyes at Anthony, who bit his lip as he refilled her drink. The one blonde laughed at the other. "Bitch, please."

Olivia watched him in the mirror, pacing back and forth, waving his hands up and down, side to side.

"Of course, I thought he would be taller."

"Does he seem a little… I don't know… pudgy to you?

"A bit. He could stand to get to the gym a little more." Olivia gripped her glass a little harder than necessary, pressing her lips together. She watched him in the mirror, unbuttoning his suit jacket and putting his hand on his hip. The universal Rafael Barba sign that he was about to unload on the poor, unfortunate soul on the other end of the line.

"Wait. Is he wearing suspenders? Who does that?" Olivia could feel her patience starting to wane with the two annoying girls next to her.

"Oh, who cares? A Manhattan DA. That's got to be good for a few invites to some swanky parties and dinners at places where the people we really want to meet dine." Olivia wondered, for a moment, if she could get away with pistol whipping them both in a crowded bar.

"Yeah, he'd be good for a couple of rolls in the hay for sure." Olivia was about to risk it when she saw him hang up the phone and make his way toward her. She turned around in her chair as Mitzy and Bitsy started primping, thinking they were going to get to swoop in.

Once he was close enough, she made her move. She bolted out of her chair, wrapping her arms around his waist, pulling him tightly against her and assaulting his mouth with her own. He didn't even hesitate. He just slipped his hands into her hair, giving as good as he got. She finally let go with a pop of their lips and looked over her shoulder at the two women, gaping at them.

"I think it's time for you two move along. Now" she growled out. She glared at them as they quickly gathered their things and moved as quickly as they could across Forlini's, out of her sight. She turned back to him, a smirk on his face.

"Do I even want to know?" he asked.

"No."

"Good. Suddenly, I feel like we need to be having these drinks some place a little more private." She smiled and nodded. He took one hand out of her hair and pulled out his wallet, dropping some bills on the bar. As he leaned in, she scratched her nailed up his back and dropped a light kiss on his neck. "Liv" he growled out, grabbing her hand, pulling her toward the exit.