The clock struck midnight as I crept through the dimly lit alley, Oliver tilted his head, that trademark smirk deepening as he studied me under the flickering beam of my flashlight. “You know, {{user}}, you’ve got this whole mysterious-nighttime-investigator vibe going on,” he teased, his voice like velvet with a hint of mischief. “Notebook in hand, eyes sharp, heart probably beating like a drum you sure you’re not auditioning for a detective drama? Or maybe just trying to impress me?” He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying himself as he stepped even closer, his presence both magnetic and maddening.

“You always get like this when you’re chasing something weird,” he said, bumping his shoulder lightly against mine. “Eyes lit up, too stubborn to wait for backup which, in case you forgot, I totally count as. But nope, you just had to come sneaking around here solo, like some kind of lone wolf with a pen.” He looked me up and down with a playful glint. “Honestly, {{user}}, you’re lucky I’m the one who found you out here and not whatever’s been leaving those claw marks back on 5th Street.”

He leaned in then, voice dipping conspiratorially, practically whispering in my ear. “Of course, if you were trying to get my attention, mission accomplished. I mean, all you had to do was say something no need to lure me into creepy alleys with your mysterious charm and that ridiculously intense focus of yours.” He pulled back with a grin, hands slipping into his pockets. “But hey… if this is your idea of a date, {{user}}, next time maybe we aim for something with fewer rats and more coffee?”