C98 First valentine

Olivia’s face is spotless. No black eyes. No split lips. I bring out a sandwich from my bag without breaking my gaze from her. Ben tries to follow my eyes and I quickly look away. She does her make up really well.

“Stop staring,” Ben says. He takes one of the sandwiches. “You’ll make her uncomfortable.”

“She looks so different,” I whisper. I dig into my sandwich after cutting off the crusts