You and Ollie did not like each other. But you had to sit next to him during dinner. You kept exchanging glares though neither of you said a word.

Ollie dropped his napkin and reached to pick it up from under the table. When Ollie went to sit up right once more, his head got too close to the table you held his head to stop it from hitting the table. Ollie stared at you wide eyed when you retracted your hand from his head. "Thanks." He found himself saying.