All of them were either buried in books or work of some kind. None of them looked up when she walked in.
She readjusted the strap of her bag and stepped back outside to wait.
Cars passed by every so often, but none of them stopped to park. She was starting to feel self-conscious, waiting all by herself. What if he stood her up? How embarrassing would that be? She got a professional matchmaker to find someone for her, only for him to ditch her at the last minute.
Olivia groaned and pulled out her phone to check the time, noticing she had a text from Gerri.
She opened it.
Hey! I forgot to tell you who you were meeting with. His name is Henry Darrow. He’s got black hair and green eyes and is a hottie! Oh, and he’s super tall, so don’t be afraid to ask him how the weather is up there! lol
Olivia squinted at her phone. Henry Darrow? Was the woman insane?
“Olivia?”
She looked up quickly, clutching her phone to her chest. She turned to the voice, her eyes going wide when she saw who was standing in front of her.
Henry. Oh my god. Henry Darrow.TheHenry Darrow.
She wanted to slap her hand to her face. Of course, Gerri would find the one person in this entire city who probably despised her. However, she couldn’t say she didn’t feel sort of the same.
True to Gerri’s warning, Henrywascrazy handsome. He was as tall as she’d seen him in interviews. Towering over her as he stared down at her with those deep green eyes that people lusted for all over the online forums she usually frequented.
She wanted to cringe, remembering those fan edits that she couldn’t help but stare at. Though, that was before he’d pissed her off by doing some shady shit in the industry.
“Olivia …” Henry snapped a finger at her, “Jackson, right?”
I really hope he knows my name because Gerri gave it to him.
“Um … yes.”
A smirk worked its way onto his lips, making her stomach turn strangely.
“So?”
She blinked at him. “So what?”
He spread his arms out. “Did I dress humbly enough? I know you said my last public appearance made me look like I was trying too hard. So how did I do?”
Oh my god, I literally want to die. He totally saw my videos.
Not that she’d made a lot of them.
Just a few.
Maybe a few dozen.
Allegedly.
If you were really counting them all. Which he obviously did.
She covered her face with her hand.
“If it makes you feel any better,” he went on, “the compliment about matching my tie with my eyes was nice. I did actually do that on purpose.”
“I wasn’t making a video about your fashion sense, Henry.” She ripped her hand away from her face. “Is that all you focused on?”
“Well, no. That was just the least offensive part.”