Yes

As they finish their smoothies, Olivia decides it’s time to be more direct. She can sense John’s obliviousness but hopes a clearer signal will get through to him. They stand up to leave, and she gently tugs his arm, guiding him toward a quiet bench outside the smoothie bar, away from the crowd.

“John, can we sit for a minute? There’s something I want to talk to you about,” Olivia says, her voice soft but serious.

John, noticing the change in her tone, nods and follows her to the bench. They sit down, and he turns to face her, his expression attentive.

“What’s up, Olivia?” he asks, his curiosity piqued.

Olivia takes a deep breath, gathering her courage. She places a hand on his knee, her fingers warm through the fabric of his workout pants. She looks into his eyes, trying to convey the depth of her feelings.

“John, I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while now,” she begins, her voice steady but laced with a hint of vulnerability. “You’re a great guy, and I really enjoy spending time with you. More than just as friends.”

John blinks, the words taking a moment to sink in. “You mean…”

“Yes,” Olivia says, cutting him off gently but firmly. “I like you, John. As more than a friend.”

She shifts her hand slightly, her fingers moving up his thigh until they rest on his lap, directly over his cock. The touch is bold, unmistakable in its intent. John's breath catches, a mixture of surprise and realization washing over him.

“Olivia, I…” He struggles to find the right words, his mind racing.

Olivia leans in closer, her face inches from his. “John, I’m not good at being subtle. I like you, and I want to see if there could be something more between us. If you’re interested.”

Her hand remains on his lap, a grounding touch that sends a clear message. John looks into her eyes, seeing the sincerity and hope there. He feels a rush of emotions—surprise, confusion, and a burgeoning interest he hadn’t allowed himself to acknowledge before.

“Olivia, I had no idea,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve always thought you were amazing, but I never realized you felt this way.”

Olivia smiles, a mixture of relief and affection. “Well, now you know. And I’m hoping you feel the same, or at least that you’re willing to give this a chance.”

John’s hand moves to cover hers, his touch firm and reassuring. “I think I’d like that, Olivia. I really would.”

Her smile widens, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “Good. Because I’ve been waiting for you to catch on.”

They share a look.