The three girls laid on one bed together, even though the room provided three. Nova read over a script, playing with Isabella's hair while Isabella rubbed Olina's back as the Hawaiian laid on her stomach, replaying the interview.

"Why did I say that?" Olina sighed before mumbling into her pillow.

Nova frowned slightly, feeling bad for the young girl, "What were you supposed to say? I'm completely head over heels for this guy? You couldn't say that over interview."

"Yeah," Isabella nodded, "Not classy. Plus you're not Peeta Mellark."

Olina raised her head, lips in a pout, "It's just-I-I talked to him and it was like I've known him forever."

"Well, you know what Amybeth said. You're all he ever talks about. Kyla said she had never seen him as flustered as the first day you met," Nova reminded.

Isabella hummed in agreement, "I stand by it. If he didn't yell at you for making him drop donuts then he likes you. One of you just has to say it."

Olina sighed, "I don't want to ruin anything! He's doing so well, he doesn't need any drama that relationships bring with it. And let's say you're wrong Iz-"

"I'm never wrong," the girl reprimanded.

"Let her talk," Nova chastised.

Olina continued, "Let's say you're wrong, and he doesn't like me. What then? It will be awkward and weird and he won't talk to me and I'll miss that!"

Nova raised her eyebrows and spoke up softly, "And what happens if you don't even try?"

•••

The young brunette was rushing through the hotel, making her way to the other end of the hotel where the Anne With an E cast was staying. Little did she know, the curly haired boy was sprinting down the hall of the cast rooms, Amybeth and Dalila poking their heads out at the sound of the rampant footsteps and smiled knowingly.

Olina darted out of the staircase as Lucas continued running for the elevator, both coming to a collision that sent them both to the ground as they lost their balance. Once the two looked up to see the other, their annoyance dissipated.

"We should probably stop meeting like this," Olina chuckled.

Lucas pushed himself up off the ground and extended a hand to the brunette, who smiled bashfully as she took it. "Yeah we probably should," he chuckled.

The two awkward teens stood before eachother. Olina looking down at the ground, shifting her feet. Lucas looking up at the ceiling, hands behind his back.

"So I saw the interview—" "Did you see the interview?" Both rambled simultaneously, laughing nervously as their cheeks tinted.

"I wanted to talk to you about that, um—I know you said you love all of us as friends and I don't even know why I thought anything of it, but then I was thinking, and I just couldn't stop thinking that that's not all I want us to be—friends. And if I'm completely stepping over the line, I understand and I'll never mention it again but I just couldn't not say anything because I tell you everything," the brunette boy took a deep breath after his confession.

Olina smiled softly, "So, let's say I was open to being more than just friends. What would you say to convince me?"

Lucas looked up at the Hawaiian and smiled, "I would say that you're one of the most beautiful, caring, utterly enrapturing girls I've ever met. And when I talked to you for the first time, it was like I had known you forever."

And at those words the young girl couldn't help but smile.