Oliver had to run to Gringott's before work that morning, so he'd taken the trip down to London and made a breakfast trip of it, stopping by Capella's to grab breakfast. There were muffins rather cheap, so he grabbed a couple for the boys and for himself and headed to the register to pay. He was pretty chipper, he thought, all things considered. Alicia had been wrapped around him when he woke up and he felt pretty good. He was still determined to make the whole Kimb fiasco up to her, but he was happy with the way things had turned out and he was happy she hadn't left.
He unwrapped his muffin as he doctored his coffee, taking a large bite and glancing over the patrons. Oh, Demelza. She was always such a pretty girl. Oliver shoved the rest of the muffin into his bag and put a lid on his coffee, giving Demelza a friendly wave as he headed back out the door. He was rather sure she'd done something with her hair - Christ, he'd love to touch it.
Touch it? Where the hell had that come from? Oliver shrugged it off and headed to his apparation point, wondering where that thought had come from. Odd.