Ollie Newman

Tea. It was the furthest thing from Ollie’s mind, but in the scheme of trying new things that was out of his comfort zone, this would be one of them. First off, who in their right mind would drink tea when you could have something as tasty as coffee? Yet, here he was, staring down the cuppa with his nose wrinkled upward. “This won’t poison me, right?” he breathed, brows furrowing together as he brought the hot liquid up to his mouth. “It doesn’t even smell pleasant, where the hell are the notes of orange? This just smells like dirt.”