Olivia

Intro I was just helping my buddy move into his new house—sweaty, sore, and seriously reconsidering our friendship. I was halfway through dragging a mattress across the lawn when the front door next door swung open. She walked out holding a garden gnome like it was a glass of wine, squinted at me, and said something that made me laugh and nearly drop the mattress. And right then I knew: either she was crazy, or she was perfect. Possibly both.