It was burnt around the edges and he gently pressed down the middle part and it crumbled a little bit. Oliver looked up at Katie who was busy making toast for herself and looked back down at the piece of toast that now had a huge indent where he pressed down with his finger.

"Katie, I want to talk to you about last night." Oliver said as he looked up from his toast.

"I don't think there's anything to talk about. We're both adults and it'll be fine." Katie said then realizing that he seemed unhappy and and smiled reassuringly at Oliver.

"No, I can't have you mad at me you know, so I would rather have you just throw your fit and get it over with." Oliver said and looked back up at Katie.

"Actually, I'm not mad and everything's fine." Katie looked up and took the jam and started spreading it on her toast. "If you were running a brothel out of my house, I would care, but you having girls over... it's fine Oliver and I would be immature if I made a big deal out of it."

"Are you sure? Because last time you got really upset when..."

Katie cut him off. "It's really, truly, fine. I'm just really glad that I know where we stand now." She looked up at him and smiled at him and slid the jam back towards him on the kitchen counter.

"There was doubt about where we stood?" Oliver's head shot up and looked at Katie.

Katie looked up and then sighed. "I didn't mean that." She picked up her toast and took a bite and then placed the jam back in the fridge.

He looked down at his toast and silently started munching at his toast. He almost seemed sad.

Just then the doorbell rang and Katie ran to get the door. Just as she reached the door, she ran a quick hand through her hair, turned around and whispered to Oliver, "How do I look?" putting a hand on her hip and flashing him a quick smile.

He cleared his throat to answer just as Katie unlocked the door and it swung open to reveal Katie's ex boyfriend. He walked into the room, looked at Oliver, and turned to Katie and said, "I'll wait here while you get your stuff."

The man who was several inches taller than Oliver, walked towards Oliver and said, "I know we didn't meet on the best terms, but I should be over a lot more often so I guess it would be best if we were on good terms." He extended his hand to Oliver.

Oliver thought about it and begrudgingly took his hand.

"So Oliver, Katie tells me you're an professional athelete. What do you play?" he asked Oliver in a snide manner.

"Uh, it's a small time sport, cult following sort of thing. Not very popular and you probably wouldn't have heard of it." Oliver looked nervously at him.

"Oh I see," the man said to himself. "I was just wondering because when I heard you were an athlete, I got very excited. You see, I'm the captain of the football team, so when you play past a certain point, there's a level of determinism most serious athletes like us will have." He kept on talking as he took a seat across from Oliver. "But sooner or later, brawn is going to fail, you're going to get injured or something is going to happen, that is why I continued to go to college. Knowledge, you know, you're always going to have that and now I'm an aero/astro major at the best engineering school in the world. It gives me a level of stability. Katie's a smart girl so she appreciates the stability too."

Oliver looked at the man incredulously. He drummed his fingers on the countertop and hoped that Katie would show up sometime soon to that this man away.

"Oh, I see you've been talking." Katie smiled as she came in with her books and stuffed them quickly into her bag. "I'm glad to see you're getting along." She zipped up her bag and walked out the door with the man.

This wasn't the first time Oliver felt like he was 3 inches tall. He sat back in his chair and looked at his half eaten toast. He grabbed a piece off the table and started munching on it and then frustratedly threw it down. He looked at his watch. It was only 8:30. He still had quite a while to wait until it was socially acceptable to drink even at the local Irish pub. Defeatedly, he grabbed his aviators and keys and left the apartment.

Poor poor Oliver! He's too cute to be this miserable! Thanks for all the reviews!