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·˚ ༘ 💌 CHAPTER 1 ! : ꒱ ❝pancakes❞ (real life..)
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OLIVIA MAKES HER WAY over to her favorite place to eat, luke's diner. she goes there almost every morning. the grumpy guy who owns it, luke danes, has known her since she was little. he's always been the father figure in her life, since her dad was a shitty no-show. it's sort of sweet to see since luke has always been hardcore crushing on her mom.
the bell dings as olivia walks in. the man greets her with a nod, wearing the same outfit he does everyday — a flannel shirt, jeans, and a backwards blue hat that maggie gave him for christmas. "morning, luke." olivia greets, sitting on a stool at the counter. luke, carrying plates of food nods his head at her once again. he places them on different tables around the diner.
"hey, kid." he says, walking behind the counter. already knowing what she wants, pours her a cup of coffee and asks caesar to whip up some pancakes for her. "is school done already?" he asks her.
she takes a sip of her coffee and places it back down on the counter and nods her head. "yeah, we ended last friday," she tells him, readjusting her body on the stool, "and that means a whole lot of nothing coming up this summer." she says with a smile.
"huh, sounds like fun." he replies sarcastically with a small smile, popping the cash register open and sliding some cash in. a small bell rings, and caesar shouts "order up!" before placing the plate of pancakes on the counter against the wall, and luke transfers it over to olivia.
"are you doing anything this summer?" olivia asks, grabbing a fork and a knife and slicing up the pancakes. she grabs the syrup and pours a little puddle of it on the side of the plate, her tongue slightly sticking out the side of her mouth as she does so. she pokes the food with the fork and dips it in the syrup, before eating it.
"yeah, uh, my nephew's coming down to live with me for awhile," luke replies shrugging his shoulders and scribbling something down on his little notepad before grabbing more plates and placing them on tables.
olivia's eyebrows shoot up to her forehead. since when did luke have a nephew? or a sister for that matter. "a nephew? how old?" she asks, her eyebrows then furrow a little, taking another bite of her delicious pancakes.
"uh," luke ponders, his eyebrows furrow, "i would say probably around your age," he says, wiping down the counter with a wet rag. "16, 17." he estimates and shrugs his shoulders.
