Olivia sipped her coffee, watching everyone shuffle around, a smile on her face. People would come by, say their greetings and then move on once she acknowledged them.<em>‘It’s weird being so popular,’ </em>she thought. Everyone wanted their moments with her, no matter how brief. And yet, no one really took the time to get to know her.<br/><br/>Normally sitting at the picnic table by herself would bring up those familiar feelings of loneliness, but today felt different. The sun on her skin felt like a warm embrace from a lover, and there was this overwhelming sense that there was someone with her. In fact, all morning it felt that way. From the person that was in her dream, to getting ready, to right now.  It was as if someone was always with her, keeping an eye on her, making sure she was alright. That feeling, along with being in the sun, made her happy.<br/><br/>As she was having the thoughts of happiness, her eyes came to rest on Mike, who was across the quad. They typically ran in the same circles, but she didn't always get to see him in the morning. Most of the time, he was either in the weight room or with his coaches, discussing strategy. Her feeling of concern for him welled up again and this time, there was a voice calling out to her.<br/><br/><strong>"Mike..."  The voice seemed to be tasting the name, studying it.  "He's that boy from last night, isn't he?  The angry one?  He seems scary, but I also think he wants to protect you.  How do you feel about him?"</strong><br/><br/>The voice wasn't scary to her, nor was it foreign. It was as if it had always been there, and now it was choosing to speak up.<em>'Yes, the angry one,' </em>she thought back.<em>'He isn't scary, not all the time. I just think he's got his own problems that he doesn't talk about.'</em>She paused, looking down at the cup in her hands. The last question was a hard one she tried not to ask herself.<em>'I don't think I ever stopped loving him,'</em>she finally answered, looking back up at Mike.<br/>