Olivia stepped back, her fingers twisting together, eyes shimmering with a hopeful, childlike spark as she gazed up at Kafka.
"You know, Kafi." She said, her voice soft and a little shy. "I actually really like making jokes like that. I think they're fun, and...well, kinda funny, don't you think?" She tilted her head, hair spilling over one shoulder, her gaze searching his for a flicker of approval. "I used to tell jokes all the time with Abi, back when we were younger. She'd laugh so hard, like—doubled over, can't breathe kind of laughing."
"I always thought she loved my jokes, but now I'm wondering if she was just laughing at me for saying them." She giggled, shifting her weight, her fingers still dancing nervously. "So, what do you think? Was Abi laughing at the jokes, or just at how silly I was being? Be honest, Kafi, I can take it!"
Kafka chuckled, leaning casually against the counter, his eyes tracing her with easy warmth.
