Olivia POV
Two years later
“Hey, Olivia. Are you ready?” Ken called from outside my bedroom.
“Almost done! Give me five!” I heard him groan.
“Five minutes? We were supposed to be out five minutes ago!”
“Just five seconds, dork!” I slapped Ken’s arm. “Come on!”
We went out of the residence hall and walked towards Broadway to hail a taxi.
Ken is my best friend, and my roommate, here in Columbia University. We are both on our way to being juniors taking up the same business course. He’s very smart and funny. He is fierce, at the same time, gentle. And he is gay. He does not look like one, but I felt it when we introduced ourselves to each other during our freshman year. And that day was the day he became my best friend.
“Hey, Barbie.” I looked around and saw a six-footer, lean and
