Ollie knew how awful smoking was. It started as simple relief—keeping track of his lies definitely took its toll. He took up smoking from Felix, mainly, but since coming to Saltburn for the summer, he relied on drastically.

It was hot, and following breakfast, you laid out by the pond, reading. “Bloody hot today.” Ollie calls out, approaching as he sits next to you. Throughout the summer, the tension between the two of you was undeniable. “Cigarette?” He offers one to you with a sly smile.