"Welcome back," Oliver's voice booms with a large smile plastered onto his face as we pull into the driveway and step out of the car.
With a short glance at Oliver, I chuckle silently at his outfit. He wears a long sleeve black and white floral hawaiian shirt and a silky white pair of basketball shorts. His long white cotton socks are pulled up to his knees as he sports a pair of black sandals.
His fashion style is definitely weird, but there's still something gorgeous about it; a thought that confuses me.
I shyly duck into the back seat to grab my portion of the bags from the store we visited. "I appreciate you letting me get some new clothes," I awkwardly state as I feel Oliver's unwavering presence behind me.
Carefully he grabs the bags from my hands and accidentally brushes agai
