“We need to talk.”
Olivia made the decision to pedal harder, words like those always lead to unpleasantness, and Olivia as a matter of course always avoided unpleasantness.
“What?” she shouted over her shoulder, hair wiping into her eyes, pretending not to have heard.
“We need to talk.” He repeated, voice louder, tone a mixture of anxiety and frustration. The wind was rushing past her ears, and the gravel crunching beneath her tire.
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