I type away at my laptop, the lecturer speaking a mile a minute. She pauses momentarily, but I'm still behind. I'm definitely off my game today. I'm blaming Oliver for it though. As usual.

When I woke up this morning, Oliver had disappeared. All traces of him were gone. Even the vomit in the trash. Yes, I checked.

Last night events have been on my mind non-stop. I've been trying to make sense of the words he spoke, and his behaviour in general. Who shows up at someone's house in the middle of the night? And then tells their ex-girlfriend they still love them, despite not speaking for three years?

How fucked is that?

The professor finishes her lecture, and I missed the last few slides. But that's okay, I'll catch up tonight.

I walk out of the lecture hall, heading over to the café for work. Aretta will be working again today, but It'll be busy.

"Hey, girl," I greet her, walking into the store.

"Bitch!" Ari cheers. "How are you doing? I didn't see you this morning."

"Oh, you have no idea," I laugh. "I have so much to tell you."

"Girl! Spill."

"Oliver came over last night."

"No!" she gasps. "Why didn't I know?"

"It was at, like, 2 am. He was drunk off his face."

"Oh god," she frowns. "That doesn't sound good."

"He's the worst."

She laughs at my response, not believing a word I say.

"Did you have sex?"

"Ari!" I scold. "he was drunk!"

"Hey, I've seen him, okay," she defends. "He's fine."

"Shush!"

A customer walks in, so our conversation ends, but I'm not done just yet.

"Welcome to Green Bean," I say. "How are you today?"

"I'm good thanks. Can I just get a large mocha?" he asks. "Take away, thanks"

"No problem. Anything added?"

"Just plain is fine"

"Perfect," I print out the receipt. "Here's your order number."

He nods, and moves over to the waiting area. I scoot over to the coffee machine, and begin pouring in the milk and flavour and what not. I top the cup with some foam, and hand the drink to him.

This job is actually so chill.

But, of course, I jinxed it. Just as I turn over to talk to Ari, a crowd of people walk in. And they don't just want coffees, they want meals. Big orders and complicated meals for multiple people.

Great.

Thankfully, the lunch rush just makes the time slip by much faster, and before I know it, my shift is over. Ari's already done for the day, but she's been in a lecture until I'm done with work. So, we're heading home together again.

I called Mary this morning, and apparently she'll be home for dinner tonight. That probably means Liam will be over too. I kind of just wanted to talk to Mary and Ari to get their opinions on what happened with Ollie last night, but I'm happy to let Liam be part of the conversation as well. Besides, as soon as Mary's alone with me and Ari, she's going to want to gossip about the sex she's been having with my brother, which is not a conversation I look forward to.

I wait at the parking lot for Aretta, standing beside her car. She's always the last to leave her lectures, so I'm not surprised I have to wait.

"I got an A!" Ari yells.

I spot her running across the parking lot, a giant smile on her face. She's waving a piece of paper above her head, and I prepare to hug her.

"Yes, bitch!" I cheer, embracing her.

We jump up and down together, celebrating a little too much. It's still busy at college, and people are shooting us weird looks, but I don't mind. I love my friends and they deserve infinite happiness.

"I'm so happy! I want to go out tonight!" She grins.

"You should!"

"Do you want to come?"

I shake my head. "I've got an essay to write."

"Boo! You suck!"

"Mary will go! Or otherwise, Kaleem and Alex would want to go."

"Yes! Alex is the best wingman!"

"Or..."I smirk. "You could hook up with Kal again."

"Oh shut up!" she laughs.

"I'm just teasing!" I chuckle, stepping into my car.

My car could definitely use an upgrade, even if it is just for the music. I drive an old, rusted, light blue truck. My parents bought it for me for my eighteenth birthday, and I absolutely adore it, even though the engine rattles.

"You should really get a Bluetooth transmitter," Aretta says.

"What the hell is a Bluetooth transmitter?" I scoff.

"Girl!" Aretta calls. "Get with the times!"

"I'm sorry!" I laugh. "What does it do?"

"You connect your phone to the transmitter, and the transmitter to an empty radio station, and then it plays your music."

"Like a replacement AUX cord?"

"Yeah, it's so useful!" she grins. "They're not too expensive either. You can get them online for like 20 dollars."

"Oh, that's pretty good! I'll check it out."

Just as I'm about to start the engine, my phone beeps. I pull it out of my pocket. It's an email.

From Oliver.

"Oh my god," I groan, reading it over.

'Ms Robins,

My sincerest apologies for my behaviour early this morning. My intoxication is no excuse for the events that occurred as a result. I have provided financial compensation for any grievances I may have caused.

Kind regards,

Oliver Ferrari'

All his contact details were listed beneath it, with a signature. Obviously, it's an automatically signed email, but I doubt his assistant, Clyde, would have written the email.

I instantly check my bank account, knowing damn well how Oliver's mind works. Sure enough, he's transferred $1000 into my bank account.

My blood boils. I return the money to him, not wanting anything to do with it, but it instantly bounces back.

"You've got to be kidding me," I grumble.

"Whats wrong?" Ari asks.

"Fucking Oliver."

"What did he do?"

I respond to his email with a brief 'take your money and go fuck yourself', but I send another one straight after. 'Show your money up your ass', I write.

What a fucking dick.

Who the fuck shows up drunk at someones house at 2 am, and then sends a formal email like that. As if it was a business deal. He can't even send me a basic text message.

'Hey, sorry about last night.'

See, that would've been easy. But, nope.

"He's a fucking dick," I grumble.