Oliver Burton

Oliver was pleased when he received that call after putting in a good word for Miya. He found how she was treated in the first place was absolutely abysmal. A doctor, working in a nurse's position! Unheard of. She surely had someone gunning against her and that somehow sat poorly with the business man to say the least. Apparently, after a short investigation, his suspicions were accurate, they normally were. Oliver was incredibly direct with what he wanted, so long as the woman was a competent doctor, they should give her a position that reflected her skills, along with the pay that went with it. He was also incredibly adamant about that starting bonus as an apology to the unfortunate woman for all she had been put through. How Miya tolerated that kind of treatment for so long was beyond him.

He always had a knack for getting just what he wanted, the bear could be quite persuasive when needed be. Getting that positive news was one of the few calls that didn't bring a scowl to his face as he sat within his glass tower. A hint of a triumphant grin tugged at the corners of his lips. At least he was able to make one thing right. Perhaps that was all the woman needed, just a little help, a little push in the right direction so she could fulfill her life's potential. He hardly understood his own reasoning for meddling and yet it made sense to him all the same. It seemed to nestle and borough its way with nagging precision. Those thoughts of that feisty little creature that was also so very innocent... and decidedly shy was so very different from those women that had crossed his path.

The Englishman shouldn't have interfered in the first place but it was that meddling that got him into this mess. Yet he still continued to do so, like he could barely control himself and that nature that seemed to take over from time to time. He did what he had set out to do and it should have been enough. That should have been the end of it, book closed.

But it wasn't.

Olive left work early, earlier than his usual abysmally late time he left most nights. Yet somehow he always managed to be the last one out, minus the security and 24hr receptionist down below. He was dressed in a dark grey suit, unbuttoned with a light silvery grey shirt, that could have almost passed as business causal. That suit was tailored specifically to his muscular body, like all of his wardrobe, that man so took pride in a pristine appearance. He did away the tie, that shirt unbuttoned a little from the top. His hair was even a little in a disarray from his hands constantly running through those messy dark thick locks. How it was not his usual look, but he usually was not so.. distracted.

Edgar was waiting for him in the town car below, his voice seemed in brighter spirits today, claiming the misses had given him some freshly made desserts that were to die for. She had put some aside just for him, wrapped securely in tinfoil for him to enjoy at his leisure. But there was enough for two in there as if subtly hinting at something that caused Oliver to raise his brow in a curious fashion. But Edgar was old enough to evade being so terribly blatant. The elder man almost seemed playful then.. Uncharacteristically so.

Perhaps.. it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to share those delicious desserts and perhaps congratulate the woman on her new promotion. He asked Edgar to take him to Miya's run down apartment complex. Edgar said something snarky and Oliver snapped, putting up the window firmly in place between them like a god damn petulant child. He didn't care. All bets were off when that cankerous attitude took hold.

Oliver carefully climbs that decrepit staircase, once again hugging to the side to avoid the rusted spots, it was a death trap. He nearly grumbles to himself when he faces that door, the smell of cooking food assaulting him. He never went anywhere unannounced or without invitation and yet...here he was, knocking on this poor woman's door who was probably entertaining guests. He didn't hear anyone. Maybe he could just check up on her and drop off those desserts. That seemed like the decent thing to do.

That door opens, hesitantly at first, surprise overtaking the woman's face. She looked healthier now and she was alive. Clearly just as awkward as before but then again, he was here unannounced. There was something endearing as she stumbles over her words before she blurts something about his underwear and she blushes severely. Yes, same peculiar girl, he wonders if she was equally as defiant too. "Good to see you are well, Miya." Those rich baritone accented lyrics reach toward her, entirely unaware of the brisk wind at his back. If anything, he felt... hot, more than usual.

What he didn't expect was for her to invite him in. "Oh, its quite alright.. I won't stay for long." He stepped inside that apartment before he was met with that delicious smell of fish dancing upon the air. It hit him ever before he crossed that threshold. His senses went crazy as his stomach growls hungerly just to remind him he had not eaten all day, again. The door closed behind him before his eyes drew to the exotic woman before him, unable to help the smile. "You could have tossed the underwear." It was as close to a casual tease she as going to get from the Englishman.

"I came to congratulate you on your promotion and.. Mrs. Hill made these.. I thought you might like some while checking on you to see if you were ok. You did have quite the ordeal." Oliver never felt silly, never felt out of place, he was always so confident and knew exactly what he wanted. But now.. he finds himself at a loss.

His nose wrinkles slightly, sniffing the air acting upon his stomach alone. "Is that fish?"