Who: J-S (Hnossa) and Oliver What: Star Wars date. Because they're cool like that. Where: Oliver's apartment. When: Thursday evening.
Ollie's apartment wasn't small, so to speak. He has as much room as he needed, living on his own. It was only a studio, so the kitchen, sitting room and bed were all spread out across one reasonably spaced main room, with a bathroom off to the side. His Mother thought it was 'pokey', but then she more or less hated anything that kept her son in America. Oliver himself quite liked it. He'd been here since graduating, when he'd broken up with his last boyfriend, and since then had managed to sculpt it to fit in with his life quite well. Pictures of him and various friends and family, science fiction and architecture books on the shelves, some work heaped haphazardly in the corner...
Oliver had rushed around to do a quick tidy when he'd glanced up at the clock and realised J-S was due any moment, and now he was quickly surveying the damage. It wasn't perfect, but he supposed it'd have to do. He wasn't that good at cleaning, anyway. He wasn't that sure why he was feeling nervous about this. It wasn't like he didn't already know they got on or anything.Oliver scrubbed a hand through his hair, leaving it stood on end as he bit down on his bottom lip awkwardly. Then there was a knock at the door and he started, instantly trying to flatten his hair back down before moving to answer it.