Just as Izan was about to walk over to her, his phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen.
It was a text from Miranda: "Remember to chill tonight. Don't overthink tomorrow."
Izan smirked, pocketing the phone. "Guess Miranda really wants me to ease in."
Olivia shot him a playful look. "Well, she's not wrong. You've got a big day tomorrow."
"That's why I'm here," Izan said, stepping closer, his hand finding hers.
"Time to do my best and let you distract me from all that."
"Good luck with that," she teased, her fingers interlacing with his as she stepped into his arms.
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A crisp Sunday glow bathed the BBC studio as the camera panned across the familiar panel.
The host, Gary Lineker, sat poised with a stack of notes barely touched, because days like this needed little setup.
