The Convenient Valentine
She did not even speak to him unless he was bugging her with conversations.
Vincent chuckled and waved his hand, “Hi, Haven.”
Olivia left out a known scoff, lightly. She was not expecting that from Haven. There was definitely something wrong with her friend.
“Hi, there,” Olivia greeted Vincent with no soul.
“Have you both planned anything for the weekend?” he asked them.
“No. Not really. Why?”
“Well, the boss was thinking about content team dinner this Saturday.”
“What? How can that happen?” Olivia almost screamed.
“Oly, don’t scream,” Haven softly warned her friend.