The place Maizie'd told her about was nearby; she made it there in no time with her new shoes on, taking advantage of the short distance to start breaking them in. She rounded the corner, eyes wide open and alert for any unwelcome walkers. The bag or box -- no, bag -- was easy to spot. Except there was someone there with it.
She squinted behind her sunglasses. There was something familiar about Maizie's supposed friend.
And then she realized. They'd met before, sort of. She'd been out scouting for the library, they'd nearly ran into each other, he'd had a splitting maul.
Great.
The thing about Austin now was that there wasn't much to hide behind. So instead of following her instinct, which told her to find cover and wait for him to leave, Olivia continued to draw nearer to her. After all, he didn't look so dangerous this time around. She hoped her perception was right. "Hey," she said, coming to a stop. "You're Maizie's friend, right?"