I looked at him, confused. "It's starting to rain but?" I complained.
"You're wearing a hoodie, aren't you? I'm sure you'll survive." He laughed and began walking along the path. 
I rolled my eyes and locked the car and followed behind him, "I hate walking." 
"Save the planet and all that jazz." He looked straight ahead with a proud grin on his face. 
"Fine whatever." 


When we arrived to the coffee shop after twenty minutes of me complaining of getting wet by the rain and him telling me to shut up, I was relieved to sit down whilst he went up and got the order. 
I stared out the window at all the people passing, presumably going to work and I sighed. I couldn't believe I had to work at this place tonight, looking after all these sweaty pieces of meat. Maybe Jack didn't fit in to the category. 
He sat down across from me and put the cup down in front of me. I watched carefully as he opened his small bottle of orange juice and took sip of it, whilst admiring the view outside like me. 
"Why did you ask me for coffee if you don't drink it?" I questioned. 
 He smirked at me, "asking you out for coffee is a lot more common than asking to go out for some orange juice." 
He made a point, I suppose. "Why don't you like it?" 
"Why don't you like protein bars?" He continued to smirk as he looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "I just want to keep myself healthy." He said honestly. 
"Oh god, you aren't one of they people who don't touch anything with sugar in it, are you?" I blurted it out without thinking. I really hope he wasn't offended by my disapproving tone. 
He shook his head, "no of course not. But boxing is really important to me, Olivia." He was serious now. 
I rested my elbows on the table and leaned forward slightly, "I don't know why." I muttered.
A hint of a smile again appeared on his face, "not a fan?" 
"Nope." I popped the 'P.' 
"Why?" 
I gulped and looked out the window again, not wanting him to notice weakness in my face, "I just think it's a silly sport." I said honestly. There was so so much more. 
"What's silly about it?" He was amused now, I could sense it in his voice without taking my eyes away from the outside world. 
"Two people just beating each other to see who is stronger. It's dangerous." I replied. 
"It's not like that. There's more to it." He defended. 
I made eye contact with him again, "are you telling me it isn't dangerous?" 
He sighed and paused for a few seconds, presumably trying to defend it even more but it was impossible. "It's not dangerous." He said and I scoffed. "Well, there's way to do it so that it isn't as dangerous as say your average street fight." 
I shuffled uncomfortably, "anyway, why Manchester? Don't the have boxing rings in Somerset?" I tried to change the subject slightly but not too obvious. 
"It's silly really, you'll laugh." He said shyly. 
Oh, maybe he wasn't all smirks and cheekiness. "try me." I said and took a sip out my hot drink. 
He sighed, "the winner of this tournament gets to be on the under card for the biggest fight next year and for some reason I just have a feeling the winner will be competing in Manchester."