Debbie couldn't help but smile a little when Olivia sat across from her, a little hint of the corners of her mouth turned up, genuine. It wasn't a common occurrence when it came to the girl. More often than not it was sarcastic. However, around the woman, she was comfortable, and it was easy to be at ease. She probably needed someone to guide her in the right direction, even if she didn't think so. Few people were able to keep Debbie in line, and her dad was not one of them. Thankful she had people who broke her shell, and others that forcefully kept her out of trouble when thing got rough.
When Liv mentioned her son, Debbie squirmed a little in her seat, "Sorry about that," she said, looking down. The polite thing to say would have definitely been a question about the little boy, ask how he was, something to that extent. But Debbie was weird about families, not really able to show affection. Perhaps deep down, she was a little envious of nuclear families. The surface was more like resentment, but she buried it deep down, at least for the moment.
Debbie looked up as the waitress arrived with her milkshake, which was overflowing with cherries, just like she wanted. She picked one up after the other, biting the fruit off the stem and placing them on the table impassively. Olivia's next question was replied to with haste, in order to clear her mind of the first subject, "Actually," she chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I got detention the other day." It was a funny story, at least in her head, but she was sure Liv would be more worried than amused, "It's no big deal, though. It was stupid, and it not the first time, so, whatever."