Olivia remembers like it was today. 

Where it all began.

She sat comfortably at his kitchen table, like it was her own home. Strawberries scattered around in a carefully placed basket.

His mom approached and kissed his forehead. The girl giggled as the boy told his mother to go away and stop pestering him.

“What is it with you these days?” Olivia inquired as she picked a strawberry.

“Don’t know what you mean.” Miller avoided the question, getting up to go turn the music on.

“Is it a girl?” she playfully asked.

“As if I would tell you.” he brushed her question off .

He sat in the chair beside hers and reached out for the strawberries, but Olivia removed the basket from his reach.

“Let’s make a deal. Tell me and as a bonus I will give you the basket!” she enthusiastically said. “No buts or butts. Tell me already!” There shouldn't be anything to worry about, right?

 “Listen closely, or else I will tell my mom to lock the fridge when you come around!” he sighed  “Remember the girl you spilled your Boba Tea on?” he asked her with a silly face she had never seen.

“Oh, right. She was pretty!” Olivia grew uneasy, but she still wished to be aware for some unknown reason. She carefully grinned as to not make this awkward.

“I met her in the convenience store, at the school canteen and in our favorite coffee place…” he counted on his fingers as if he did not have enough fingers“Crazy isn't it?”

“Wow. Crazy.” she forced herself to reply. Placing the empty strawberry basket back on the table.

“Do you want more?” Miller questioned.

“I don’t want more. I really don't want more. No more, really!” Olivia nervously babbled, her appetite for strawberries had gone away in a second.

“That sounds so wrong. Sounds like... like another thing.” he laughed showing that beautiful smile he had and she smiled back seeing the naughty boy she had known since kindergarten.

Now looking back, that was the beginning.