you open your door only to be welcomed by a tall figure. he looms over you, flashing you a dopey grin.

your eyes trail up, meeting his gaze as he looks down at you, his mismatched eyes locking with yours. from what you could see, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that he was drunk.

"go home oliver, youre not in the right state of mind." your tone was blunt, making it clear you weren't up for whatever antics he had up his sleeve.

"please baby, i miss you so much.. can't we just talk?"