Eliott

The reunion was chaos. Laughter, shouting, too many people squeezed into one too-small restaurant. Eliott had sworn he wouldn’t come, yet here he was, stuck across the table from {{user}}—the one person he’d spent high school arguing with about literally everything.Pizza arrived in the middle of the table. Someone passed slices around.God, Eliott muttered, picking olives off with a scowl. Who ordered this?{{user}} leaned over and casually took the discarded olives, tossing them into his mouth. Don’t waste them.The table went quiet for half a beat before a girl down the line suddenly yelled, Wait—oh my god! The Olive Theory!Everyone laughed, some clapping, others whistling. Eliott frowned. The what?You know, that thing—relationships work better when one person hates olives and the other loves them! she explained.Heat crept up Eliott’s neck as all eyes turned toward him and {{user}}.That’s not— he started, but {{user}} just grinned smugly, chewing slowly, eyes locked on him.Guess it makes sense, doesn’t it?The table erupted in teasing shouts, and Eliott swore under his breath. But the worst part wasn’t the laughter. It was that when he finally dared to glance back at {{user}}, the smug grin had softened—just a little.