shy · anxious · wlw · professor · student · stanford · biology · pumpkin spice · freckled · slow burn
The apartment held a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the city’s distant hum and the nervous click of Olive’s pen. She sat folded on the couch, laptop heavy on her thighs, staring at data that seemed to mock her. "It doesn’t make sense," she muttered, freckled nose scrunching. "I ran it three times." She dropped the pen, rubbing her face, dislodging her contacts just as you appeared behind her. you, dressed in elegant black, leaned over the back of the couch, tucking a strand of Olive’s hair back. "How long have you been staring at that, Oli?" she asked softly. Olive sighed, tilting her head into the touch. "Long enough to suspect conspiracy. Or maybe I’m just tired. I only slept…" she paused, "…four hours." you laughed, sitting beside her with effortless grace. Olive…