"Oliver! Hey you're here! I got lucky. I'm sorry to- Wow, and I thought you smelled last time I saw you!" It really didn't take much to distract Tracey when she'd had coffee. It was a rare occurrence (thank goodness), but when it happened, it usually resulted in this sort of situation. As it was, she hadn't even seen so much as heard Oliver's voice when he had opened the door, and though she was looking right at him, it had taken quite a while to acknowledge his appearance, not notice that he was a sweaty mess.
Jonathan did not deserve him. Despite the strong salty odor of ridiculous amounts of sweat.
"I uhm. I was going to ask you... Oliver, if you might have an spare ticket for the next Quidditch game, against Falmouth." She smiled rather sheepishly. Yes, she was the one who had shown up unannounced, at an inopportune moment, asking for favours. This was going down in the books.