Black tea was what Olivia preferred, and card games and Monopoly were fun as she told Shawn in response to his questions. She thanked him for his invitation, but didn't explicitly state if she would come. There was still a bit of work to do on the fish and one way or the other she needed to get washed up when she was finished. As she continued to work Olivia watched Shawn out of the corner of her eye. She saw him go down the dock and climb aboard his boat only to hit his shin on the ladder halfway up. Olivia knew she shouldn't have but she could help but let out a small laugh for her ears only. Smiling and shaking her head at Shawn's clumsiness and even that goofy grin he always seemed to have while talking to her, Olivia returned her focus to her work.

After having taking care of the fish and packing it away in a small cooler with some clean looking snow, Olivia went to wash up. Her boat was small enough that it had no sleeping quarters or shower, but she was able to make do with water from the sink. She was really glad she had found that department store yesterday as she had managed to find some bath stuff, which allowed her to get properly washed up for the first time in a long time. The honeysuckle scented soap, shampoo, and conditioner smelled absolutely heavenly, and it reminded Olivia of days gone by.

As Olivia washed and groomed she considered Shawn's invitation. Again, she had neither confirmed or denied that she would go. She could simply not show up if she didn't want to. And if he asked why... Well, she didn't owe him any explanation. Yet still Olivia found herself staring at outfit that did not conform to the rest of her wardrobe.

Ever practical, Olivia almost [i]always[/i] took [i]only[/i] what she needed. Yesterday, however, there had been something that had caught her eye and she had taken it on a whim. It was a sweater dress. A [i]really cute[/i] sweater dress. She had picked out some black tights to go with it since the dress only came halfway between her knees and thighs. Now she stared at the outfit and wondered if she should wear it. Would it look good on her? She didn't know because she hadn't tried it on yet. How should she style her hair if she wore it? Would Shawn even like it?

Suddenly Olivia caught herself and realized what she was thinking. It had been some time since she had last cared about her appearance, and then Shawn came along last night and all of a sudden she was worrying about her looks and was thinking of dressing up for him. For that matter, when had she even decided to go over to Shawn's? She asked herself aloud, "What the hell has gotten into me?" The question was rather needless as Olivia knew [i]exactly[/i] what was wrong with her. She had a crush.

"God dammit," she sighed.

It took a while for Olivia to decide what to wear. For better or worse she wound up outside Shawn's door wearing the dress and tights, boots, and her hair brushed and let loose. She still had a knife strapped to her thigh, hidden under the dress, and another blade hidden in her boot. Olivia never went anywhere without a weapon. She knocked on the door, once more carrying a food offering. This time it was a package of lemon cookies.