"Ah, yeah," the corners of Oliver's lips tugged into a slight frown. Surely Draco hadn't forgotten​ his time at Hogwarts, especially those on the Gryffindor team whom he'd delighted in tormenting and disrupting practices and sabotaging their games. Still, that had been a different time so long ago those days felt like a distant memory. Oliver had heard Draco disappeared - probably in hiding like the other dark art worshipping cowards - but was back and running an antique shop.
The dark blue eyes observed the cool, friendly exterior as Draco spoke to to he waitress. He wasn't sneering or talking down to her. This behavior caused a raised eyebrow from Oliver.
"Well, I really like the lox," he indicated to the half eaten breakfast. "Have to eat clean, especially on training days... Which is every day." He added the forethought with a laugh. "But I'm good. Playing for Puddlemere, and that's about it. You?"