She laughed at his cookie description. "I was thinking more of a sandwich... and a cookie." She might be thin, but the girl could eat. Besides, she was always running around one place to another.
Olivia took long strides, her heels clicking at the end of her long legs. She had the physique of a ballerina, but hat the strut of a high fashion model. "Not really," she told him. "I just didn't know if you'd be interested in bringing someone. You don't have to, of course."