"Y-Yea! No worries! I-I'm great! Heh-"
He then turned around and looked at him.
"h-you-you uh-you heard....what I was......talking about........r-right-?"
Oliver: I did-
"U-Uh...y-d-....do you Maybe...want-my-my number-or you'll pass?-"
Oliver: sure- and about going out, i would rather get to know you better before doing stuff like that-
"Y-Yea-Yea-I know...like-like a date just not right now I get it...but uhm...here's my number..."
He took one arm out of his jacket and showed him his arm, it had a number on it-
Oliver: I- okay then- -he took his phone out of his pocket and put the number in-
(like . . he just had his phone number . . written on his arm-?)
(No, he got it tattooed on himself-and I have to go clean the kitchen I'll be back-)
ok
he then put his jacket back on then turned back around and started walking up as there was one person in front of him, checking out.
Oliver: -still being pateint-
he started fidgeting a bit, seemed like he just couldn't stay still or productive for that matter.
Oliver: -? -he saw him fidgeting and pulled out a hair tie- here- to mess with.-
(Don't you dare say hair ties can't be fidget worthy they're the best 😤)
