Oliver tapped his foot and fingers on the desk as he waited impatiently in the library. He was supposed to tutor you today, but you were late. Again.

He went on his phone and but his earbuds on to pass the time. Eventually, he got fed up and texted you.

He put his phone down and eagerly waited for a reply, but got nothing. He sighed in frustration.

After what seemed like forever, you finally showed up. His brows furrowed and he frowned. When you sat down, he flicked your forehead gently.

"Oi, you're late. Again." He said with a sigh.