Olivia reminisced about her past in the restaurant by the beach.

She recounted the details of her past, which could be searched online. Her description added colors to those emotionless words.

Her eyes reddened as the story reached its climax, but she fought her tears back.

"Thank you for listening, Varren. I've spent so many years all alone. No family, no friends. Sometimes, when I need someone to talk to, I can't find anyone. That's why I keep talking to you. I must be annoying, right?"

Warren finally understood why she always had so much stuff to talk about. It was because she was Olivia.

He recalled their conversations, in which he would always give her the cold treatment.

He thought, "Perhaps I was her only comfort."

"It's nothing." He took a sip of coffee. It was bitter.

He wondered how many people out there lived bitter lives.

"Oh right, you didn't mention your life before. You don't seem young. I bet you're married, aren't you?"

Warren shook his head. "No."

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