"I'm rubbish at fishing. My dad takes me sometimes," Oliver said with a small grin. He could related. He'd been lucky enough to get a job he was good at or that he found at least interesting. Not that the gym was a busy place, really, but Oli hadn't expected it to be. "I can shove off, if you wanted to be alone," he said. "Or I can stay." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Your call."