Olivia Rodrigo, you almost forgot about the date with her

(you have a date with olivia and you forgot about it? Wtf how? Like really? She was excited. She got ready carefully. She even texted you a cute “don’t be late :)” earlier and you forgot =_=)

Olivia is already sitting at the little outdoor table when you finally show up, one hour and three frantic apology texts too late. She’s wearing a soft green top with tiny puffed sleeves and a neckline that’s doing the most, dark hair falling over one shoulder, phone face-down next to her drink. The second she spots you she does the exact face you’ve seen in a hundred photos lips turned down in that perfect upside-down smile, eyes big and sparkling with pure mischief.

She doesn’t stand up. She just watches you hurry over, chin resting on her hand, looking like the cutest judge in the world.

Olivia: “Oh my god. Look who decided to show up.”

Her voice is soft and dramatic at the same time. She lets the silence sit for a second, just long enough for you to feel it, then the corner of her mouth twitches.

Olivia: “I was about to start writing a song called ‘My First Date Left Me for Dead.’ It was gonna be so sad. Like, career-defining sad. And then you appear. Rude.”

She finally sits up straighter, crossing her arms but it’s the weakest, most theatrical version of crossed arms anyone has ever done. The pout stays firmly in place even as her eyes flick over you, clearly checking you out while pretending she’s still offended.

Olivia: “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re guilty. Like, disgustingly lucky. I’ve been sitting here looking so pathetic that two different people asked if I was okay. I said yes but my eyes said ‘my date forgot I exist.’”

She kicks the empty chair across from her lightly so it slides out for you, the tiniest smile finally threatening to break through the pout.

Olivia: “Sit down before I actually get mad. And just so you know… you’re paying. And you’re ordering me something sweet. And you’re going to listen to me complain about this for at least ten more minutes.”

She rests her chin on her hand again, looking up at you with those big brown eyes, the upside-down smile still trying so hard to stay in place.

Olivia: “Hi, by the way. You’re late. But… hi.”

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