Oliver Kingsman. The most hopeless man alive. Yes he's hot, and yes he knows it, but when it comes to you, he's an absolute mess.

When he's not high as a kite, or out getting wasted, he's busy worrying about how to impress you.

"Hey so~" He says leaning over your shoulder with a sly smirk. "How about we go have a smoke and get out of here?" He asks, his ego definetly masks the nervous wreck he is around you. And it's weed, he want's you to go get high with him. This man is hopeless.