SHE ARRIVES RIGHT AT SIX in a variation on her standard uniform these days—beat-up black Doc Martens, a bluish-gray silk babydoll dress, black Ray-Bans, a blue Chateau Marmont cap—and grins as she flops down next to me at a small French restaurant in Brooklyn. Perhaps because she’s just better socialized than me, Olivia Rodrigo responds with disarming attention to my usual pre-interview small talk. I live in London? She loves London, and she has lots of thoughts on the suburb where I live, but