They both sat in Olivia's office after a busy day... working well together and finally the awkwardness was melting... a little, there was still an underlying tension though...
"Pub...?" Olivia looked at Peter who was typing away on his laptop just finishing something off... "Ummm... not tonight... another time though..." Peter didn't even look up at Olivia from his screen... Olivia felt disappointed... she missed spending time with Peter that didn't involve crime discussions!
Peter didn't trust himself to go for a drink with Olivia tonight... he was tired after not sleeping well for now the past week and well... one drink he would be anyone's... not technically true... only one woman captured his heart these days...
He picked up his bag putting on his coat and said goodnight to Olivia who smiled at him...
Olivia got home and made dinner she poured herself a glass of wine and sat down for a bit while the dinner was in the oven.
She thought over the day and what was going on between her and Peter now... one minute everything seemed good again... well friendly... not technically how 'good' she would like it to be but then Peter had turned down a drink so what did that mean now...
Peter had a headache... he made something quick to eat and lay on his bed... thoughts of the day swirling round his head... why had he turned down that drink again...? He really didn't know now... Olivia had looked really disappointed... he picked up his phone and typed... 'Did you go for a drink? Sorry I had a headache, it wasn't that I didn't want to go for a drink with you Olivia, Peter'.
Olivia saw her phone flash she read the text from Peter and smiled... she loved their nightly texts... a bit too much...
She didn't bother waiting to reply... typing... 'Will you come for a drink with me soon? O x' there... she had put herself out there...
Peter grinned at Olivia's text... butterflies... nerves... typing... 'Yes of course, so did you go for a drink? Peter'.
Olivia typed straight back... 'No came straight home, hope your head feels better, are you ok? O x'.
Peter was dozing off early... this headache needed sleep... he quickly typed back... 'Just need sleep then will be fine, nodding off now, see you tomorrow Olivia, will bring you breakfast at 9am, Peter'.
Olivia put the kettle on and typed back... 'Thank you, sleep well O x'.
She spent the evening thinking about Peter and wondering when she had stopped thinking of other things as much... as her head was now clouded with Peter Stone.
Olivia lay on the sofa watching some TV drama thinking about Peter.. asleep... in bed... this was getting too much for her... this attraction... whatever it was... it was overwhelming and all consuming... right... time to do something more.
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