Oliver rolled his eyes at the mention of a fan club. He didn't really like to think about having a fan club. Yes, he could admit to being famous given the career path he choose, but it was still embarrassing to have it mentioned that you have a fan club. He still got a bit awkward when he saw published photos of him. "Probably because woman are crazy," he responded, meaning every word. Women were crazy. You couldn't possibly love someone like they claimed if you didn't even know them. Crazy.
As though she wanted to further prove his words to be true, Oliver stumbled slightly when she launched herself at him, caught off guard by the action. He shouted in surprise when she shoved ice cold snow down his shirt, his body tensing instantly as the cold met his warm skin. "Jesus bloody hell," he muttered, shifting around as the cold water ran down his back. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"
Even with the new cold chill, he couldn't help but chuckle at her laughter.