Oliver could feel a headache coming on. The headache in question? A girl named Alice.

He tossed his pen onto table before him. As she stepped through the door in her normal clumsy manner, he didn’t have to think hard. The tease slipped from his lips as easily as one listed basic facts about themselves like a name or birthdate.

He smirked devilishly. “What, you’re gonna let the door hit you on the way in? I thought the saying went the opposite way. The door punishes you when you leave.”