It’s working out exactly how he planned it. You sat on the stump of next to the bike path, your bike splayed out in front of you. Unbeknownst to you, Oliver had been planning a way to talk to you since the moment he saw you at Oxford. And well… your unattended bike with a thumbtack in it was no coincidence.

“You alright?” Ollie calls out as he hops off of his bike and approaches you. Call it obsession, call it hatred, call it love—he wanted you. To be you. And this was his chance.