eep! my email sent this to my spam :(
A wave of slight embarrassment fell over Oliver's face, turning his cheeks a bright shade of red. He couldn't believe that someone he knew - another Quidditch player at that - was at the same spa he was at the same time.
So much for ambiguity.
"I, um, got this pass to come here. I have no idea from who, but a rub down seems like a pretty brilliant idea..." till he realized what he said "I mean! Not like that. But...relaxation. Or something."