Lucas' POV
Oliver dropped the cup he was holding, then raised his head as he shifted his gaze toward me. "Well, it's nothing serious, and by the way, meeting an old friend doesn't mean whenever something serious to discuss is involved," Oliver chuckled with narrowed eyes.
"Okay, then what exactly do you want to talk about? Is it about how you have been f*****g different girls of different classes and shapes huh? Or is there anything meaningful that's not about that–that you want to discuss?" I asked, pushing into the chair I was seated on with a smirk escaping my lips.
Oliver is a kind of friend who always loves discussing how he had slept with so many girls of different materials. He hadn't talked of anything meaningful since I had known him, so having a conversation with him now could
