The smell of coffee engulfed Oliver, he was certain he would be able to smell it on his clothing long after he left the small shop. The blond nervously picked at his nails- a habit he had since he could remember. He hated it, really, or maybe he hated the fact that people always felt the need to call it out. Movement at the front of the shop caught his attention, blue eyes wandering over the small group of people who had entered. Oliver told himself he had to watch each person who came in on the chance that was was no longer recognizable. It had been a while, sure. His hair was longer, he was no longer the college student that Taylor once knew. In reality, Oli hated the unknown. He needed to exactly when the other boy was going to walk in, when he was going to realize where Oliver sat, tucked away in the corner with a complete view of the shop. Oli winced as he picked too far on his nails, looking down the the source of the pain.