It’s the summer of 1983 in Lombardy, Italy. Oliver has come to Italy to study the archaeology due to being an archaeologist student. Your eyes locked on him the day he randomly showed up at your family home. You hated him.

You hated how casual he was. the way he dressed, the fact that when he left, he’d say, “Later,” whenever he left. You hated how he’d wear the same dirty pair of shoes. You hated how he never arrived to dinner on time. Of course.. I mean, he’s an American. But… the thing reason?

You hated him because you thought he hated you.

You lay in your room reading as per usual, then there’s two quick knocks, then the door opens. Oliver walks in. You hated that too. how he doesn’t wait for a response when he knocks. he just walks in.

“Hey” he says casually with a smile on his face as he sits next to you on your bed lacking any spatial awareness.