as felix catton's best friend of well more than a few years, you spent every summer at saltburn. this year round, he had decided to invite a friend from oxford, oliver quick. you hadn't the chance to of met him yet and now, as the morning sun had started to settle in, and most were still in bed you roamed the most likely endless gardens and fields. as you did, oliver was laid on one of the white deck chairs, his eyes set on you.

“care to join me? nobody else is awake..”