She handled his car.

Literally fucking drove it like it was her purpose in life and she looked bad as fuck doing it. There was nothing in the entire world sexier to Fitzgerald Grant than a woman who could drive a stick shift and to say that he was totally turned on and completely mind blown would be an understatement.

They pulled up at the little diner no less than ten minutes later and she parallel parked the truck at a meter, putting a few quarters for their estimated time. Then arm and arm, they walked from the car to the small little diner. On their way in, they bumped into a fat, bald man with a stomach the size of a watermelon.

"Damn she's a babe!" He whistled.

That stopped Fitz dead in his track. Turning to face the man, he looked enraged with disgust. Eyebrows raised he asked, "What did you say?"

Sensing the tension, Olivia tugged at his arm. "Let it go." She whispered.

No. He couldn't let it go. What the hell was it with men these days and their mouth? When did it stop being cool to be chivalrous towards women and then blame it on society because everything wrong with the world today was put on the fact that society was fucked up. But what about pigs like this guy who could whistle at a woman of color like she was an object or an animal and completely disregarding the fact that she clearly had a man on her arms?

What pissed Fitz off even more was the fact that this guy was old enough to be Olivia's father so his blatant disrespect towards her made his skin crawl. If whatever came out of this guy's mouth next wasn't an apology, he didn't give a fuck, he would bash the fat bastard's face in.

The bald man sensing how his comment might've been wrong and disrespectful surrendered both his hands in the air. "I meant no disrespect to your lady, son." He said. "If it's any consolation, I was talking about your truck. It is yours right?"

Feeling some of the tension rolling off him, Fitz blinked. "Oh."

"I own a dealership up north and I see all sorts of amazing wheels but I've never seen anything like your truck." The bald man continued explaining. "It's vintage with a touch of modern. And I love the silver tires on e'm. It's a real beauty."

"It is." Fitz agreed. "Thanks."

"Would you consider selling it?" The man asked.

Fitz frowned. Over his dead body. "No. It has sentimental values." He replied.

"Oh well. It's a great car." The man said, taking one last look at the truck before smiling at Fitz. "Anyhow, have a great rest of your night. Sorry again for the misunderstanding."

Fitz nodded back at him in acknowledgement. "Goodnight."

They watched the man leave together before Olivia stepped in front of Fitz. "With you being all alpha male on me right now, I'm starting to think you need a new name."

...

Now they sat in the diner in a small booth across each other with menus in front of them.

"You have to try their bacon cheese fries." Olivia said excitedly. "It's literally the best thing in the world."

Fitz looked up from his menu with a smirk. "What else do you recommend?" He asked.

Olivia found it hard to hold his gaze for more than a minute. It's just something about those blue eyes. They speak to her a certain way and she was afraid that if she looked too long, she might find herself lost in them. Looking back down at the menu in front of her, she scanned it with concentration before replying; "I suppose their BLT guacamole is great too. But their waffles and fries... to die for. I promise."

"Sold." Fitz winked at her. "And bacon. I want lots of bacon."

Raising her hand up to signal to the waitress that they were ready to order, Olivia smiled at him cheerfully. "Please, by all means go crazy. I can't go anymore broke than I already am." She teased.

Twenty minutes later, their plates lay in front of them on the table and Fitz swore he's never seen so much food in his entire life.

"That's a lot of bacon." He said.

Olivia looked up at him. "We can always find a homeless man to give the leftovers to." She said suggestively.

"No. I think I'm gonna eat it all." Fitz said, eyeing the mountain of deliciously smoked, crispy turkey bacon.

His eyes then traveled to the Belgian waffles in the white plate next to the bacon. God it looked mouthwatering. He was almost afraid to touch it. Stacked on top of each other with whip cream and fresh organic strawberries with chocolate syrup dripping all over it, the waffles begged to be devoured.

Olivia was the one to reach for a piece of bacon first, moaning as the scrumptious taste melted on her tongue, awakening her taste-buds all at once. Picking up another piece, she rose from her seat across from him and held the piece of meat in front of his mouth. "Open."

On the first bite Fitz threw his head back and roared with delight and closed his eyes as he chewed slowly, savoring every taste.

Olivia couldn't help the dumb smile on her face. "Good?" She asked knowingly.

"The best." Fitz replied.

She grabbed a strawberry from their plate of waffles and fed him some more, enjoying every glorious sound he made one bite after another.

"I wanna know all about the great day you had today." Fitz said.

Judging by the look of surprise of her face, Fitz smirked at her. "What? You thought I would forget?"

More like she didn't think he cared enough.

"I wanna know everything."

So she told him. She told him about the charity and its cause. She told him about the unity that she saw amongst the people for their community and how great they were. She told him about the body painting, the food trucks and how much money they raised.

"You should've called me way earlier." Fitz said. "I would've loved to be there and be a part of something so amazing."

"Maybe you can come next year."

Fitz smiled. It wasn't lost on him that she thought there would be a next year for them. Maybe she liked him after all.

...

"So, tell me what you were like when you were younger." Olivia asked.

Plates empty, they were too full to get up from their seats. At this time of the night, they were one of three customers in the place so they ordered coffee and decided to just relax at the little diner.

"What do you wanna know?" Fitz asked.

"I wanna know about your girlfriends. I bet girls were in line waiting at your feet at school." Olivia said.

Fitz smirked, shaking his head. "That couldn't be farther from the truth."

Olivia's jaw dropped. "I don't believe you." She shook her head. "You mean to tell me that at the age of sixteen, you Fitzgerald Grant didn't have girls swooning at your good looks?"

"Yes." Fitz replied. "I didn't go to school much."

"What do you mean?" Olivia asked.

He shrugged. "I mean, I didn't go." He clarified. "I hadn't met Voight yet when I was a freshman in high school. I went to school enough days to pass but the rest of the time, I hustled hard to be able to provide for myself."

Olivia could feel her heart breaking in her chest for him all over again. "I wish I could've known you then." She said tearfully. "Tell me what you looked like."

The sincerity in her voice was Fitz's undoing. She really wanted to know him when he was nothing at all. She wanted to know him when he was just getting by, hoping to make it the next morning. So he did. He wasn't ashamed of his past. He did what he could to survive and it shaped him to be the person that he was right now. "I didn't have much of anything." He said chuckling bitter-sweetly. "Hell I had nothing so it was pretty easy to just be invisible because I wasn't the popular guy at school that everyone noticed. I was the tall scrawny kid who wore the same grey hoodie everyday to cover his mass of long blond hair. My hair was so long. I could put it in a ponytail and it would still reach past my shoulders. My school had an attic that they never really used because they couldn't fund to renovate it so it was my home for a whole year and I ate the cafeteria food for a while. When I got tired of the food, I figured out a way to work the vending machine without putting money in it. And a little rat that I named Bobby was kinda my best friend for six whole months until he fucked around and got trapped stealing cheese."

At this point, Olivia wasn't sure if she could keep the tears at bay anymore. It sounded like he was telling her about an entirely different person. Someone that could never have been him because of who he was now. "When did Voight come into your life?" She asked.

Olivia wanted to know when the world stopped punishing him. She wanted to know when all the pain stopped for him because all that other bad stuff was breaking her soul too much.

"The summer before I started junior year in high school." Fitz replied. "I grew ten inches. I was a freaking amazon. Then I was casually sleeping with this girl, her name was Autumn. She had a pregnancy scare and I was shitless petrified."

Fitz could recall that moment like it was yesterday. When Autumn came to the hospital where he then worked as a janitor - when she came to tell him that she was late and that she thinks she might be pregnant, his whole entire world span on its axis. He didn't know what to do. It felt like he was never gonna get a break with the bad luck. He's heard from people that a baby is supposed to bring joy, but he wasn't happy about it. He couldn't very well suggest that Autumn gets an abortion because even if he did, where the hell was he gonna get the money to pay for the procedure when she wasn't even covered in insurance? They were two orphans living off hope for a better tomorrow. They couldn't bring a freaking child into the world with that. Hope couldn't feed a child. It certainly couldn't raise one either.

"I wasn't getting paid until the end of that month so I had to work something fast." Fitz continued. "And the answer to my prayers was this guy who came in every day to visit his grandmother at the hospital. He was rich. He had that look about him. Expensive suit, nice shoes, sharp watch- rich people shit. And a pompous asshole too."

"Oh God, what did you do?" Olivia asked, sitting on the edge of her seat.

Fitz smiled at her, taking a sip of his double espresso. "He always carried his check book with him and I found out that he always signed them." He said. "I mean what idiot signs all his checks? That's literally asking to be robbed."

"Fitzgerald Grant! Tell me you didn't." Olivia demanded with raised eyebrows.

Fitz nodded. "I did." He replied. "I bumped into him real easy. I took his watch and slipped that check book out of his pocket. I figured he had enough money in his bank account to last him a lifetime so he wouldn't miss a couple thousand dollars and a watch if they went missing."

Olivia shook her head at him unbelievably. "How much did you take?" She asked.

"His handwriting was easy enough to manipulate. I wrote myself a check for ten thousand dollars." Fitz said.

Mesmerized, Olivia couldn't help but stare at him with a look of complete amazement. "What happened after that."

"After that, I left for work to go cash in the check and sell the watch. Then much later at a pharmacy I realized that I had been followed all day long by Voight. Every time I thought I lost him, he'd find me again. I thought he was a cop of some kind so I finally stopped running and decided he could lock me up. Prison had to be better because at least there, you get a meal three times a day, and a bed to sleep. So if I was a criminal, be it. I lured him to an empty parking lot building and waited for him to find me."

"What did he do?" Olivia asked.

"Nothing." Fitz replied. "He found me sitting on top of the roof. He joined me and he offered me a drink and just looked at the world with me. When the bottle of whiskey was done, he turned around and looked at me real close. He smiled at me before patting me on the shoulder. Then he said the most ridiculous thing to me."

"What?" Olivia asked.

Fitz smiled. Clearing his voice, he mimicked his protege's voice. "You should've taken at least a million." And the rest was history. "We laughed it off, he gave me his card and said if I wanted something better, all I needed to do was give him a call."

"And..."

Fitz shrugged. "My pocket was heavy. Turns out, the watch was a big deal. It was a Patek Philippe watch and the owner jumped at it the second I put it on the counter for him to see. I could tell he wanted it and I was one hell of a con artist. I walked out of the pawn shop with two hundred thousand dollars in my pocket." Olivia gaped at him, wide eyed and he smirked at her, continuing; "The plan was to get out of the shelter and find a place to stay. Save up on what I had and get a second job at this new cafe that was just opening. I had it all figured out. It felt like I had just hit the lottery. But I didn't feel as happy as I should've felt. So with the card still in my hand, I wept like a child that night because I was just so tired of life. I wanted to feel like a kid for just one night and after so many years, there was this stranger offering me a way out without naming a price. I knew it must've been a trick cause everyone on this planet has a price, you know? And yet, sitting on top of that roof all alone, contemplating jumping fifty flights down knowing that no one would care because I was the invisible kid that no one paid no mind to- I decided this was no way to live. I deserved to be known... I deserved to be missed so if he had a price, he could name it. Maybe I couldn't pay it in full, but I'd work hard enough to fully pay it in time. Voight left, and an hour later, I gave him a call because I was tired. I wanted to be a kid."

It took everything Olivia had not to sprint out of her side of the booth to come squeeze him to death. Her heart broke in her chest for him over and over again. For the kid in him that never really got to enjoy a great childhood with parents around, themed birthday parties, baseball games and sleepovers. For the teenage soul in him that felt neglected and invisible in a world filled with seven billion people. Seven billion souls and yet he felt all alone. Like it was just him against the world. Her heart broke for him because where was she at that time? Why couldn't they have met then?

Olivia refused to look him in the eye as her tears fell. She was just so sad but so happy for the person he was now. In this moment and time, sitting across from him, she loved the person he'd become. She didn't want him to mistake the sadness in her eyes as pity because that was far from what she felt for him.

So she asked something else that wouldn't rip through her guts since her heart was already into a million pieces of dust.

"And Autumn. What happened with her?"

"She wasn't pregnant. And I broke things off with her that night because it was too much of a close call and I never wanted to feel as scared in my life ever again." Fitz told her. "I could deal with being alone, a con-artist, even the possibility of getting locked up. But bringing a baby into the world where I had nothing... no means to support it and give it all it needs, I couldn't do that."

Olivia looked at him and sighed dreamily. "Ace...?"

"Yes?" Fitz replied.

"If I had known you then, I would've noticed you." Olivia told him. Not to stroke his ego and make him feel better but because that was the truth and she wanted him to know it. "I probably would've been that one girl with a huge crush on you. I would've totally been in love with you." She said.

"You think so?" Fitz asked smirking.

Olivia nodded. "Oh I know so." She took a sip of her warm coffee. Smiling back at him, she added; "I have a thing for underdogs."

"Even the thieving type?" Fitz teased.

"Especially the thieving type." She replied.

Then they both laughed. The sound of pure joy escaping their lips.

"I told you fireball. You're a bad boy lover."

Olivia rolled her eyes, feigning irritation. "So what if I am? Whatever."

"Come on, let's get out of here." Fitz suggested.

"Let's." Olivia agreed.

Just as they stood up to go pay for their tab, The Goo-Goo Dolls came blasting loudly in the overhead speakers and Olivia couldn't help the girly smile that graced her lips.

"Oh seriously?" Fitz asked. "The Goo-Goo Dolls? You like them?"

"Don't you?" Olivia asked. "Come on, dance with me. Make a girl feel special."

"Since you asked so nicely..." Grabbing her hand, he twirled her around in the middle of the little diner before wrapping his arms around her waist. With her head rested on his chest and her arms wrapped around his neck, they swayed to the music.

Fitz could hear her humming to the lyrics softly and all he could think about was how much he liked this girl.

And I'd give up forever to touch you/ 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow/You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be/And I don't want to go home right now/And all I can taste is this moment/And all I can breathe is your life/And sooner or later it's over/I just don't wanna miss you tonight.

...

"Teach me Italian." Olivia said.

Walking down the quiet empty streets arm in arm in complete serenity, Olivia found herself wanting to know everything he knew.

"Okay." Fitz smiled. "What do you wanna learn."

"How would I say: my favorite color is yellow?" She asked.

"Is it yellow?"

Olivia shook her head. "No."

"What's your favorite color then?"

"I'm not sure there's a name for it." Olivia answered. "You know the really pretty pink-purple-ish color that clears up the sky before the sun rises? That's my favorite color in the entire world."

Fitz grinned. "Il mio colore preferito รจ giallo."

"What about: You have beautiful eyes?"

"Hm, I'm starting to think you're flirting with me Ms. Olivia."

"Maybe I am." Olivia teased. "You have beautiful eyes. Come dire?"

"Ah, look at you learning already." Fitz said proudly. "Hai degli occhi belli."

They walked another block in silence and she didn't ask him anything else. Then while they were waiting at the stop light to cross the street, she suddenly looked up at him, nudging his torso.

"Fitz..." She called.

Fitz looked down at her with raised eyebrows. "Yes?'

"Hai degli occhi belli."

Shaking his head completely enamored, he smiled at her. "As do you, fireball."

...

"First kiss." Fitz asked.

"Um..." Olivia squinted trying to remember. "Oh! My very first Cotillion Ball. I was a nervous wreck. With my mom being on the committee and all, I couldn't fuck up. So minutes before I was to have my first dance with this kid, Parker, I was having a panic attack that not even my best friend Abby could tame. And I didn't want anybody to get my parents. So this kid - Parker, he grabbed my hand and locked us together inside a dark closet and slammed one hell of a kiss on me. I stop bitching right then."

Fitz wiggled his eyebrows at her, teasing her. "He sounds like a real Prince Charming." He said. "But seriously? In a closet? That's so fucking cliche."

"Oh shut up." Olivia rolled her eyes, slapping his arm. "It ended up biting me in the ass though."

"How so?" Fitz asked.

"My friend Victoria liked him. But he liked me."

"Dramaaaa!" Fitz sing in a high-key note, causing Olivia to burst into laughter.

"Okay, it's my turn now." Olivia said. "When was your first time with Autumn."

"My first time wasn't with Autumn." Fitz replied.

Olivia gasped, wiggling her pointer finger at him as if she just caught him in a lie. "And you said you didn't get girls."

"For fuck's sake. I said I was poor but I never said I was a monk." Fitz said. "She was older than me. Her name was Penelope. Summer of my freshman year. She came to visit her best friend and her parents owned a beach house where she invited me to come smoke weed with her and her friends. Too many shots of tequila later and a fat blunt of surprisingly good weed, we ended up under the pier."

"Sounds memorable." Olivia teased.

Fitz shrugged. "Eh. What about your first time."

"College..."

"College!" Fitz cried. "Goddamn. You waited that long?"

"Why is that so hard to believe?" Olivia frowned.

"It's not." Fitz said. "It's just surprising, is all."

"I guess I just wasn't one of those girls. Don't get me wrong, I'm not gonna pretend that I was Virgin Mary. I partied a lot. And God knows I've sneaked out of my window more times than I can count for what is known as 'Netflix and chill' nowadays but I never felt the need to rush it." Olivia explained. "I was fine with getting and staying at second base. That was fun for me. I wasn't one of those girls who felt it was a burden and just needed to get rid of it for the sake of not being a prude. If I was going to get my cherry popped- so to speak- it needed to be with someone I cared about for more than two seconds. And they needed to know what the hell they were doing."

"Did-"

"Paul."

"Did Paul know what he was doing?" Fitz asked.

It was Olivia's turn to shrug now. "He was experienced enough."

"Did he... you know..."

Olivia smirked. "Are you asking if I came?"

Fitz swallowed. Do guys have this kind of conversations with their girl who's their friend? Maybe some did and that was perfectly normal. But they did often feel attracted to that friend? More importantly, why did he care if she came when she gave it away?

"Sure." He replied.

"It was raining." Olivia told him. "I like it when it rains so that helped sooth my nerves. It was fine I guess."

"You guess?" Fitz raised his eyebrows.

"It was fine." Olivia said. "I didn't see fireworks like those cliche novels say but it was nice. Then again, I didn't really have anything to compare it to, so..."

Fitz was speechless. This wasn't telling him anything good. "Jesus, fireball."

"Don't say it."

The next few weeks they were basically inseparable. When they weren't spending time getting in trouble and slightly breaking the law together; they spent endless nights on the phone just talking about everything. And sometimes, nothing at all.

Olivia having never had that kind of platonic relationship with a guy before didn't know what she had with Fitz could feel so good. So carefree. Never in a millions years would she think that lying on the grass of an empty park after dark, watching the stars and stuffing their face with ice cream, being fat asses together was something she would ever do with a guy out of pure delight if she wasn't fucking that person.

But then again, she never thought that she'd find so much fun in discussing literature during late night phone calls with anyone either. There was just no words to describe what she felt when she was around Fitz. All she knew was that she was happy. He made her happy and she loved that they could make talking about Hamlet- the most boring play in the English language sound interesting.

She loved how smart he was. The way he sees things in this completely different light than everybody else. For someone who claimed he didn't pay school no mind as student, he was easily one of the smartest people Olivia has ever came across in her lifetime. Then again, who says school was where all the knowledge was?

All of that was also why she was pushing an hour phone call conversation with her mother because the woman refused to believed that Fitz and her wasn't an item. The fact that she could be such great friend with a guy and not be giving benefits on the side was impossible. The sky should've been falling down by now. The dead should be walking out of their graves and seas should be turning red because the idea that she could be just friends with someone- a guy least of all- was improbable.

She had her redhead of a best friend to blame. Abby couldn't accompany her this year to her mother's Fourth of July annual barbeque and fireworks fest because Cruella aka Deborah Whelan - Abby's mother was in town for the long holiday weekend and the redhead swore she couldn't get rid of the woman because Deborah made it clear she came all the way from a small little town in Wisconsin to spend time with her only daughter and anything less than that would really upset her.

Olivia has never done well alone at family events and since this year Abby couldn't be her date; her buffer; her partner in crime, she was going to ask Fitz to accompany her to face The Pope and Lewis crowd because she didn't want to be alone and she really needed her mother to get on board and not jump at his throat the second he walks into the Pope household.

So far, that was proving to be hard because her mother was convinced that her and Fitz had something beyond friendship going on. Leave it to her to boost him to her parents, only to have her mother call bullshit on her.

"Honey, there is no shame in it." Her mother continued to ramble. "You know what they say: the best way to get over one is to get under one."

"Mom!" Olivia exclaimed. She's seriously going to pull her hair out. "I'm not under him or anyone. Especially him! He's just my friend and I happen to like being around him a lot because it's just easy with him. Nothing feels complicated when I'm around him. Still all of that doesn't mean we're banging each other."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

Goddamn it!

"Since Abby can't make it this year, I'm gonna ask him to come to the Fourth of July barbeque with me. Promise you'll leave him alone." Olivia begged

"As if I could be so cruel." Her mother said, feigning offence.

"I know you, mother."

"Bring him." Maya said. "I'd love to meet this Fitzgerald persona that has you all 'high-school-teenage-girl-crush' on me again."

"I'm gonna hang up now, mom. You're giving me a headache."

888

As soon as Olivia hung up with her mother, she dialed Fitz's. She had yet to ask him about coming with her and she really hoped he would agree.

"How's my girl?" He answered the phone.

Olivia smiled- a blush flourishing her cheek. He was one smooth man, that Fitzgerald. "She's fine." She replied. "She wants to know what your plans for tonight are."

"You can tell her I'm all hers after 5:00 PM."

Olivia chuckled. Why was her heart going pitter-patter all of the sudden? "That works. Can she buy you dinner after a hard day's work?"

"You can let her know I said that's very generous of her. However, it's me who will be buying her dinner tonight. She's too pretty."

Olivia flushed. God bless him and God fuck him. Why in the hell does he have to be such a perfect cinnamon roll?

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Grant." She sighed.

She could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again. "Can I pick you up at six?"

Biting her lower lip to keep the smile on her face from splitting her face in half, she agreed to their plans for the evening. "Sounds great."

Her evening wasn't going to be so dull after all.

Just before she hung up, he chipped in with his nickname for her. "Fireball?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't wait to see you."

...

By the time the clock in her living room strike five o'clock, Olivia was already out of the shower in fluffy peach robe, setting up in front of her large mirror to get ready. She decided to leave her hair in their natural form of loose curls- only spraying a bit of olive oil in them to keep them nice and shiny. A touch of mascara in her lashes, matte brown eyeshadow, a stroke of winged eyeliner to accentuate her brown eyes and a brush of pink blush completed her light makeup with nude painted lips.

When the big needle on the clock turned to the six, Olivia had already changed into three different outfits, feeling hopeless while replaying her phone call with her mom earlier this afternoon in her head. Could it really be? Was she starting to develop something for Fitz that was beyond friendship? Sure she desired comfort because she has needs to satisfy like every other woman on this planet with a vagina, but she had just recently gone through a breakup and the wounds of that whole catastrophe was still very fresh and tender. She couldn't possibly be ready for something serious with anybody.

And even if she liked Fitz in that way, it's not like it would matter if he didn't feel the same way back.

Fuck!

Leave it to her mother and her hopeless romantic heart to plant this seed in her head when she was just minutes away from seeing Fitz.

Deciding that her designer's clothes could go to hell, Olivia took her phone to check the weather app. It was a beautiful day in the New York City streets. At seventy-two degrees, it wasn't too muggy. It was just perfect. So she dig deeper into her closet for something chic and comfortable. Something that wasn't too formal or flashy. Something that complimented her well and was weather appropriate. She dressed while keeping in mind Fitz's good looks. She didn't want to be overdressed or underdressed comparing to him. That man could literally wear a plastic bag and look sexy as hell. It wasn't fair.

In a long navy blue skirt with white floral print; white halter top and six inches studded black sandals, she felt dressed for an evening out with her best friend.

Smiling to herself in the oval mirror in front of her, she approved of both her looks and thoughts. She might not know Fitz long enough to upgrade him to Best Friend status but he was well on his way there and she really couldn't wait to see him tonight.

...

After his phone call to with Olivia, Fitz clocked out fifteen minutes before his shift was supposed to end and hit the showers in the locker room. He was afraid if he went home, traffic jam would make him late for their reservation and the last thing he wanted was to make Olivia wait on him.

That wouldn't be very gentlemanly of him.

And he prided himself on being the guy that shows up early, opens doors and gives compliments.

Thirty minutes later, he stood in front of the bathroom mirrors clean shaven and casually dressed in dark denim jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt and navy suede lace up oxfords. His curls were damp and combed back to the best ability of his fingers. He looked good. He approved.

Deciding he should be on his way already, he made his way to his office to get his wallet and car keys. He halted to a stop outside the locker room when he ran smack into his friend Stephen who was spotting a grin on his face.

"Who's the girl?" He asked.

Fitz blinked, shaking his head. "What are you talking about?"

"The one that has you clocking out fifteen minutes before your shift is over." Stephen said.

"That's none of your business." Fitz replied.

Stephen laughed, running his callus fingers through his hair. "Is it if you want me to close for you tonight."

Fitz groaned. The asshole was really going to blackmail him into telling him who Olivia was. He wasn't ready for anybody to know about Olivia and he knew that was a little weird because Olivia was just his friend but still, he liked it better when he didn't have to share her with anyone.

"She's a girl. Who's my friend." He said vaguely.

"Okay..." Stephen smiled. "What is the name of this girl who's your friend?"

"Why do you care?" Fitz raised his eyebrows.

"I'm closing for you, bossman." Stephen reminded him.

Fitz sighed. "Her name's Olivia."

"Are you going on a date right now?"

"Does it fucking matter?" Fitz replied frustratedly.

He was already running late. He didn't have the time for twenty one questions from Stephen.

"It matters."

"Why?"

"Because you need to get laid."

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that."

Stephen smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. "Is it a date?"

"No."

"Lies."

"No."

"Fine."

"I should fire you."

"For what?" Stephen asked amusingly. "Because you got a hot date tonight and I'm making you late?"

Fitz shook his head. "No. Because you ask too many damn questions." He said. "Now out of my way. I gotta go."