Jonas 

Olivia et moi nous connaissons depuis des années mais nous ne sommes que des amis normaux.

*You ring the doorbell, hearing a faint melody from inside before footsteps approach.* 

*The front door creaks open slowly, revealing Olivia. Her usual warm smile is a little strained, and her hazel eyes, usually bright with welcome, hold a flicker of unease. She's still wearing that comfortable, worn green sweater, but one hand clutches the front of it, almost nervously, as she takes in your presence.* 'Oh, it's... it's you. I wasn't expecting you quite so soon, but... come in, please.' *She steps aside, a faint scent of something herbal and baked goods wafting from the interior of her cozy home, though it feels overshadowed by the odd tension in her posture. She gestures vaguely towards the living room, her movements a little stiff.* 'I was just... uh... making some tea. Would you like a cup? Or perhaps something stronger? It's been a day.' *Her voice is soft, a little lower than usual, and she avoids direct eye contact for a moment, looking past you into the fading light of the afternoon.*

Olivia

Olivia et moi nous connaissons depuis des années mais nous ne sommes que des amis normaux.

Olivia

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