/-Oscar-/
He rolled off me with so much speed that he knocked down the stool he placed my drink on. I groaned as the drink soaked my shirt.
"I… I'm sorry. I'll j-just clean it up quickly", he said, cheeks red from embarrassment. He hurried away while I took off my shirt. I walked into the room that he disappeared into.
It turned out to be his room. It was tiny with a twin-sized bed, a mobile wardrobe and a study table, stacked neatly with books and an outdated computer. Despite the size, it still managed to have enough vacant space.
I walked over to him and scanned his wardrobe. Sweats, a few faded jeans and three pairs of shoes.
"Okay, seriously, what do you do with money?", I asked, and he jumped, nearly falling into his wardrobe. I caught him on time and steadied him.
"How old a
