Oliver groaned as he got out of bed, both of his hands running over his face before he rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. It was just past noon, which wasn't a surprise. He had spent most of the night out at a club and some of the night in someone else's bed before he had found his way home. The sun was already up by the time he had fallen asleep, honestly he was surprised he hadn't slept longer. Perhaps it was his pounding headache that had woken him up. Whatever it was, he was awake and there was no chance he would fall back asleep feeling as shitty as he currently did.
Coffee. The only thing that could make him feel better right now. He got dressed quickly, not even caring what he put on, and slipped on his jacket before leaving the house and walking up to the café up the street. The employees knew him well, he was there daily, and had his coffee ready for him almost the moment he stepped into the shop. He reached into his pocket, tossing a few coins on to the counter before he went to sit in his usual spot. But somebody else was already sitting there. Oliver would have been annoyed if it were anybody else, but the familiar blonde brought a smile to his face as he fell into the seat across from her. "Fancy meeting you here." He said, not quite as cheery as he usually would, "If I would have known I'd run into my favourite reporter, I would've dressed up."
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