Oliver's Space

Colorful leaves gently sway down past the slightly open window within Oliver Jeans apartment complex. He was a charismatic, ambitious and charming young man with expectations that extended beyond the stars. It was a cool fall morning, the air was so crisp that you could feel the difference in it as it filled your lungs. Oliver, felt the difference as he opened the medium sized window more and looked out over the city. "Today." He began speaking to his company, "Is going to be a lovely day, wouldn't you agree old chap?" He turns his glistening eyes towards a man and a woman, their names Randal Cyre and Victoria Rutherford. They were close personal friend of Oliver's, knowing his abilities and being able to keep them secret all while maintain an.. unusually close relationship with him as they both began to crawl out of his bed. "Well." Randal replies, "Considering how refreshed I feel and how alive and electric the energy of this morning's atmosphere seems to be, id say this day will be absolutely great." Victoria smiles, running a hand through her auburn hair, she lays to piercingly green eyes upon her comrade standing by the window. "Oliver." She coos. "You have the day off from work, therefore spend it with us please?" She bats her eye lashes jokingly. "Oh yes Mr. Jean I find this to be a lovely idea." Randal joins in, cracking his back before reaching for his black leather bombers jacket. Tapping his index finger against his chin, Oliver shrugs, "Oh how could I say no to you Vicky? Nor you Mr.Cyre." The three of them share a loving smile. The crisp autumn air blows in, adding even more euphoria to the already over joyed environment created by this bundle of companions. "I think tea could do a justice to this already perfect Weekend yes?" Randal states. Oliver nods, "Indeed, then let the wolf pack roam to the café a few streets that way." And with that, the three exit. They walk in a horizontal line, Victoria In the center grasping both gentlemen's arms.

And to sip tea they went.

Oliver Jeans story would truly begin the next day.

Walking up the sidewalk with companions at his sides, Oliver looks up to the autumn sky. The wind sends his blonde hair fluttering about, strands of golden sunshine with black night between the rays. He sets his eyes onto Victoria. Her auburn hair matches the fall season perfectly, and her luscious green eyes were as breath taking as ever. "What are you looking at Olly?" She asks, gently flicking his nose. Oliver smiles and looks away. "Nothing at all." Oliver replies. The three continue to walk in tandem, their shoes clicking and clacking upon the concrete below them. Oliver dressed as if he were attending a grand ball. He dawns a white Chemise with wine trimmings and slick black pants.
Randal couldn't have been more casual, wearing a black bombers jacket with a white T-Shirt and khaki pants, as if it were his dream to live In a 1950's greaser film, his black hair just past his ears, absolutely unkempt. And Victoria, she seemed to dress in between the two, a tan dress, multiple shades lighter than her dark almond hair and green slippers to match her green eyes.
The Fall wind is icy against her soft, delicate skin.
But
Relief.
The tea shop is in view. It was traditional for the three to go to this tea shop because Oliver's parents had met each other because of the tea trade with this very city. Victoria gives Oliver a sweet smile as Randal opens the door for them. "After you good sir." He says, swaying his arm toward the interior of the facility, "Why thank you old chap." Oliver says winking to his comrade as the two enter the workshop of various delicious tea's.