Chapter 47: Heart-to-Heart with Sophia

The scent of freshly ground coffee beans mingled with the sweet, sticky smell of cinnamon rolls cooking in the oven of Sophia's warm apartment. Curled up on the old leather sofa, hands wrapped around a steaming mug, Olivia watched her best friend bustle around in the kitchen with great zeal. "Okay," she assumed, joining Olivia and plonking down her own cup of coffee. "Spill; I know that look on your face. What's up?" Olivia took a sip of her coffee, buying some time while she tried to collect her thoughts. "It's Mark," she finally admitted, her voice soft. Sophia raised her eyebrows, and a knowing smile played on her lips. "Ah, I see. And what about Mark? Have you looked like a teenager with her first crush?" Olivia could feel a blush rising to her cheeks. "We almost kissed," she babbled out, the words naturally tripping over each other to fall from her lips. "In the park at the concert. It was raining, and we were so close, and I was thinking. but then we didn't, and now I can't s