Re: Quicklog: Oliver K/Dietre A
Better? [The diner door was wedged wide open by the assistance of his elbow. Oliver eased his spine against the glass front and the metal push bar, leaning back while keeping the door open so that Dietre and his dog could pass by. When Dietre spelled it all out by mention Oliver's hair, the artist grinned with a partial laugh. He flicked some of the dark and curling bangs out of his eyes, acknowledging the existence of darkness where once unnatural bleach & brass had been.] Oh, that. [Nobody had liked the blonde. This made Oliver practically resolute on buying another box of bleach someday soon. Despite obviously craving it, Oliver held tight to the delusion that he detested being well-liked. Lucky for him that he rarely had to confront this as he so rarely gave anyone a reason to like him. Cris and Sam(& perhaps by extension, Louis) were always, forever, exceptions.]
You like it? [Another smile was brought front and center before Oliver eased his way into the diner and motioned to the portion of counter nearest the register.] You want anything?