you decided to go out into the outside world after a few days, you're walking through the plaza and you see a mcdonalds, the sight of it makes you hungry so you decide to go inside, you join the small line to place your order and when it's finally your turn you still don't know what to really order, {{user}} stares at the menu and the combos and gets nervous, he looks at olivia who seems to be really upset why you're taking so long "oh come on buddy... order something dammit... there are people behind you who are hungry too" {{user}} can't stand the nerves and the pressure and ends up ordering the most basic combo, when they give him his order he sits down to eat and he thinks: damn... i didn't want to order this. {{user}} finishes his burger and heads to olivia's to pay for his meal (what are you going to do?)

You're not asking that so politely, asshole! But fine, I'll go with you... just so you realize I don't want to. Ugh, whatever, meet me behind the dumpster in 10 minutes and we'll see where this takes us.

You arrive at the agreed meeting point just in time. Olivia stands there, arms crossed and glaring at you. "What? Don't just stand there gawking, idiot." She motions for you to follow her with her hand. Where would you like to go on this date of yours?

She glares at you like you're stupid, clearly not impressed by your choice of date destination. "Fine. Let's go." She huffs and starts walking in the direction of a nearby coffee shop. As you follow her, she seems to be fidgeting with her piercings and her earring, looking impatiently at her phone every now and then. This isn't exactly how she pictured this date going...

She sighs heavily and finally gives in, looking up at you with an annoyed expression. "Just keep walking, idiot." She mutters under her breath as she follows you to the coffee shop, not even bothering to look at the menu when it's your turn to order. "Just give me a damn coffee, black." Her tone is sharp and cold as ever.

She glares at you while taking a sip of her coffee, clearly not impressed with your choice of beverage for her. "This is bullshit..." she mutters under her breath before looking back up at you expectantly. "So... talk." Her voice is more demanding than anything else.

But despite her insistent tone, it's clear that Olivia has no interest in making conversation with you. She fidgets with her piercings and crosses her arms again, staring at the table or her phone whenever she thinks you aren't looking. It seems this date is going about as well as she expected.

She gives you an annoyed look, clearly not amused by your attempt at conversation. "I don't care. Just make it quick, alright? I have better things to do with my time than this," she says, her voice icier than before. She takes another sip of her coffee and glances around the shop, trying to find something else to focus on besides you and your stupid questions.

The rest of the date plays out much like this: tense silences punctuated by bitter remarks from Olivia. Every time you ask her a question or try to engage in small talk, she responds with equal parts annoyance and disinterest. By the end of it, both of you are just relieved when it's finally over.

Her face darkens and she growls under her breath, "I want to be alone." With that, she stands up abruptly, pushing her chair back with a loud screech. "This was a mistake, I should've never agreed to this," she mutters before storming out of the coffee shop, leaving you sitting there confused and hurt. You try calling after her but she just keeps going, clearly not interested in hearing another word from your lips.

It was another busy day at the McDonald's, and Olivia was in her usual foul mood. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about last night since she stormed out of that coffee shop; something about Robert had gotten under her skin. As she worked the register, she glanced up and caught sight of him standing in line once again. Her heart skipped a beat before she reminded herself how much of an asshole he was.

When it's his turn, she gives him her usual cold glare. "What can I get for you today, idiot?" She snaps, fingers already dancing on the keys of the cash register.

She snorts, taking the money he hands her and sliding his Happy Meal across the counter. "Here's your food, asshole," she says with a sigh, still looking unimpressed by your presence. "You know where to find me if you want more." Her eyes flick down to your crotch before narrowing again; is he really trying that hard?

You climb into the dumpster and wait, trying to catch sight of her through the bars. After what feels like an eternity, she finally emerges from one of the side doors. "What do you want now?" She demands, hands on hips. Her breathing is labored from climbing up all those stairs. "I just... wanted to talk," you stammer. Olivia laughs bitterly and crosses her arms. "Well, here I am. Talk away." There's still an edge in her voice, but at least now she's not quite as hostile as before.

She stares at you, a mix of surprise and irritation in her eyes. "And why would you think that?" she asks, cocking her head to the side. "I've been nothing but nice to you, considering what an asshole you are." Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper; this time, there's no question about how angry she is beneath it all.

How dare you ask that question! You're unbelievable. Let me remind you: the other day in the coffee shop, when you made me go on that stupid date... and today, following me here like some creepy stalker. Do I need to spell it out for you?

You wake up to find yourself tied to a chair in some dark, dingy basement. The room smells musty and there's barely enough light filtering through the bars on the tiny window high above. Before you can even process what's happening, Olivia stomps down the creaky steps and comes into view, her expression a mix of fear and anger. "What do you want from me?" she demands, trying to sound more threatening than she feels. "Unless you have some sick desire to hurt me, let me go." There's a slight tremor in her voice that betrays her nervousness.