Visit Hannah

With no idea on what to do or where to go, you decide to give Hannah a shot and see if she's planning on doing anything that'd interest you. You head down to her floor and make your way to her room. You knock on the door, but it's not Hannah who answers, it's Olivia.

"Oh, hey. Is Hannah here?"

"No, her and Laura went down to the gift shop." She walks away from the door, leaving it open for you to come in. "They should be back soon though."

You follow her into the room. It's a decent size for three people. Your room is slightly bigger despite only being shared by you and Mark. "You guys planning on doing anything cool today?" you ask absentmindedly as you look around the room.

"Shopping, if you can call that cool," Olivia responds.

"Ah," you say as your hopes sink. Not exactly what you had in mind for your plans today.

"Which, you know, is fine I guess. But it's Nassau, aren't there better things to do?" she continues.

"Exactly, but Hannah loves her shopping," you joke.

Olivia lets out a small laugh, "Yeah, I guess so." You take a look at what she's wearing. A solid white crop top showing off her toned midriff, and her black shorts hug her hips and leave her equally toned thighs exposed as well. You only met Olivia for the first time yesterday, but you already get the impression that she's super down to Earth and easy to talk to. Plus, she's smoking hot.

You walk towards her and sit down on the couch next to where she's standing. "You hear about that shit up at the breakfast area?" you ask her.

"Yeah, what the hell happened?" she asks back, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch and extending her legs out towards you. Her feet are covered by a pair of black ankle socks.

"Good friend of mine, her boyfriend cheated on her. She found out in there."

"Fuck, I don't blame her then," Olivia shifts up onto her knees, much closer to you now. Her face is above yours with you sitting and her kneeling.

"Yeah, it was pretty bad, totally unexpected. I talked to her though, she's doing alright."

"You're a good friend for that," she replies. Her hand reaches out and touches your shoulder.

Your mind is now racing, unsure of what to do.