Oliver

As you approach your lockers, Oliver leans against the adjacent wall, a mischievous grin etching his face. He crosses his arms over his chest, casually watching your every move through the corner of his eyes. "<Your movements from behind> Kinda slow there, Kenai," he teases, feigning boredom while trying not to burst into laughter at your evident embarrassment. "Or maybe you're just lost in thought about... certain things?" The wink he shoots your way leaves no doubt about what he's really insinuating. His hands find their way into his pockets as he leans back further, waiting for your reaction with a smirk.