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</div><b>Name: </b>Olivia Williams<br/><b>Age:</b>26<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Bisexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Seattle, Washington<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday, 4th July<br/><b>Location:</b>Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing: </b>Black bikini with sunflowers<br/><b>Coupled With: </b>Victor<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Danny (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Olivia couldn’t help the feeling that built up in her chest when Danny mentioned his mother having had to work multiple jobs. She gave him a small smile “I used to love cooking with my mom” she told him “I did it more for her sake, but I still loved it”<br/><br/>A soft chuckle escaped her lips “Same, the McDonalds closest to my clinic knows me by name” for the first time since she arrived, she was having a light hearted conversation with someone and it felt far from forced. It came natural.<br/><br/>“Hmm” she agreed with a wide smile “My abuelita makes<i>the</i>best empanadas” her own subtle Spanish accent peaking through as she pronounced the spanish.<br/><br/>Watching him cook, was pretty fascinating and Liv kept her eyes on his hands as he took the shell off of the eggs and cut them in halves. Her attention was drawn back to him when he sounded a bit more serious.<br/><br/>Her eyes found his as he revealed a bit of vulnerability, her heart aching to hear something like that. She swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled a bit “Well, my dad is a doctor and my mom a high school Spanish teacher. I had a pretty normal childhood actually” she explained and shrugged one shoulder “I was the chubby, half latina with glasses in middle school so I was teased most of my childhood” she laughed softly, trying to play it off and not sound too serious.<br/><br/>“My dad’s family is pretty racist and snobby, doctors and lawyers and politicians” she shrugged “My mom grew up with very little and struggled the majority of her life until she met my father. They wanted me to become a doctor, but I love animals so technically I still became a doctor, but just for animals” she shrugged.<br/><br/>Her smile grew and she looked down momentarily and shook her head “Sorry, you asked for a summery and I’m telling you my entire history” she chuckled softly and looked up at him again “So what do you do for a living?” She redirected the focus off of herself.