It had been slow at the pub and her employer thought it was a waste of money keeping to bartenders on. Her current mood was only partially the deciding factor in her getting sent home. However not having a home to go to was a bit daunting. Not feeling to going home she decided to stop by the poetry lounge she often frequented when she needed some inspiration for her designs. Walking in she took off her bag and plopped onto a comfy sofa in the corner and listened to angry musing from the bald woman on the mic. She pulled out her sketchbook and started to sketch but quickly lost motivation when she looked up and realized the current bane of her existence was there.

His days were always pretty much awful lately. All Oliver did was wake up, get dressed, walk ruby, go to work, come home, shower, walk ruby and eat. He needed sometimes else to do, a reason to remain sane and not shoot up a candy store or something. His adventure that night included sitting around, listening to bad poetry, laughing to himself and simply hanging out and meeting people who might be interested in the same things as he was. That night, however, he had met no one that was even remotely entertaining. So he sat there, drawing on the corner of a slightly used napkin with a blue pen. He looked up for a second, during an interval between the bald woman's musings and he saw her. A sigh, he started to gather his things up. He really didn't want to be in the same room as her.

Ana saw that he was preparing to leave. Unsure of why she quickly stood up and walked over before she lost the opportunity. "I-uh... Hi." She sighed trying to compose her thoughts. "Look, I won't take up much of your time." Reaching in her pocket she pulled out a small metallic key, and held it out to him. Avoiding his eyes she spoke again. "I didn't want to just leave it under the door matt."

"Probably would have been a bad idea, considering the area. Um... thanks." he said as he took the key from her hand and looked at it. He held it in the palm of his hands for a few seconds, looking at her before pocketing it and shrugging. "So it was um... it was nice seeing you I guess..." he said. Why did he have to be so unsure of himself when it came to her? He had no idea. He almost wished that he could just be as cool and calm as he normally was when she came around but... well that just wasn't going to happen.

She knew she would regret this especially since she could feel the words threatning to come out of her mouth without her permission. Why did he have to be so difficult? "So that's it then? That is all you have to say for yourself?" she blurted out. She exhaled sharply and stared him down hoping he would give her even the slightest shred of emotion.

Raising a brow, Oliver just looked at her. He didn't show emotion for one reason and one reason only. Being in love and then having it all gone in a matter of minutes could do that to a guy, make them act as though the feel nothing whatsoever. "What do you want me to say?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for her responce.

"It isn't about what I want you to say, I want you to want to say something." She clenched her jaw tightly having felt the threat of tears. She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry again on top of everything else. "It drives me nutters thinking that here I am coming undone every second that I think about this whole buggered situation and you stand there like...nothing."

"Silly me for thinking everything your little 'goodbye' song was the end of it all." he said, almost sarcastically as he tried not to roll his eyes, more at himself than at her or at the situation. Why he had said that, he didn't know. He didn't know what to say, everything in his head was him telling her how he felt about them breaking up and that wasn't the best for the relationship, he was sure. Or... lack there of relationship.

His words stung and she didn't care anymore if he did see her cry. "You are right, I want this to be over. If it isn't going to be nothing more than this, what is the point. Awkward run ins, spiteful jokes, unceasing torment...why would I want to prolong that, Especially since you don't seem to care at all." She wanted to hit him, shove him against the wall and just hit him until she found relief.

Did he feel bad? Yes. Did he want to admit that? Oh, hell no. He closed his eyes, though, took in a long breath before he bit down on his lip. "I do care," he told her. "I care a lot, I just clearly don't show it the way other people do." well that was the truth. He would have hoped that she would have known that much about him.

"Or at all. You expected me to just trust that you cared when everything you did or said showed the opposite of caring. You expected me to just stick around and put up with your moodiness all because you couldn't accept that I had a life that functioned without you? I don;t know if you noticed but regardless of that life I chose you to be in it and you pushed me away." her voice was strained. She didn't mean to cause a scene and was grateful that the bald woman had resorted to yelling into the mic. Wiping away her tears she turned to walk away but stood fixed in her spot overcome by her emotions.

A scene, great. How lovely. Oliver looked around the lounge before just shaking his head and looking back at her. "Come on, can we talk about this somewhere else?" he asked. He was about to say please when he figured that would just make him seem like something he didn't want to. He sighed. "I promise we'll talk and it'll be real talking instead of shitting on each other for the sake of hurting the other. Okay?"

She didn't look at him just nodded her head and walked to grab her things. Shoving her notebook into her bag she pulled her jumper on and walked up to him avoidin his gaze. "I'm ready." she said softly and awaited for him to lead the way. She wondered if she was just wasting her time, if it was even possible for them to have a conversation without one saying something scathing. It didn't seem likely, not these days anyways.

He nodded his head when she returned, finished getting his own things and he walked towards her towards the door, holding it open for her. What was he even doing? A conversation that would end up in fighting and probably tears and he could just see
the entire outcome already. This wasn't going to be good.

"Where are we going." She was trying her best to keep the whole thing casual. She knew she was only fooling herself into thinking that this would amount to anything. But sometimes when it came to him she liked to fool herself, like when she considered the
possibility of things being like they were.

"I have no idea. Where do you want to go?" he didn't care, he just didn't want to be there. There were people he talked to on a regular basis there and letting them see their drama was just not something he was interested in. "The park? Find a bench and just sit down and talk?"

She considered saying something along the lines of 'I don't know if you noticed, but it's a bit cold and kind of rainy.Somewhere indoors would be fantastic' but she didn't want to
sound as annoyed, and at that moment she really didn't care. "Yeah thats fine." she said unenthused.

The weather barely bothered him. Ever. Not a lot did. He made his way towards the nearest park area, finding a bench that was empty and he sat down, after making sure the seat
wasn't going to drench the ass of his pants. He sighed, and leaned his
head back. What to say... nothing. Well that clearly didn't work. "I
do care, you know."

She followed a few steps behind him studying him. When they arrived she stood for a moment unsure of whether to take a seat. Feeling confident that he didn't seem uncomfortably wet
she shivered pulling her jumper closer to her before taking a seat. Focusing her thoughts on an a crack on the path undoubtedly from an earthquake she listened to him as he spoke."Yeah well that doesn't exactly change our situation does it?".

"Yeah I guess it doesn't. I never suggested that it would. I was just saying that I do care. You seem certain that I don't." he told her, shrugging his shoulders before looking up. He wasn't cold. Well... he was but his sweater was fairly large and made from a thick material. It kept him mostly dry and warm. "So, I guess... I dunno. Continue your bitching."

She rolled her eyes. "You are unbelievable. I don't know why I forced myself to believe that you wouldn't go and muck this up like you do everything else. You should of just told be to sod off and spared me the trouble of coming here." She could feel the tears prickling once again at least now she had rain to camoflague them. "I can't do this anymore. You tell me you care but I don't believe it...I thought maybe giving you space would help you figure out whatever the fuck you need to figure out, but nothing I have done
has helped. You make it impossible for me to want to have you in my life but you refuse to just let me go. Why?" she sobbed a little, cradling her head in her hands.

"Because I love you! Okay? Give me a break, I've never loved anyone before." he told her, closing his eyes and looking away from her. He really couldn't bring himself to look in her
direction at the moment. He might have said something that he had said in the past but this time there was more meaning it it, more anything in it then before. Sure he meant it in the past but this was a different situation.

She pulled away from her hands slowly and stared at him in awe. And here she thought things couldn't get any worse or confusing.for that matter. She sighed unsure of what she
should say. Not being able to think of anything she leaned into him and pressed her lips against his like it was the last time. "Thank you." she said as she pulled away and stood to leave.

A look of utter confusion washed over his face after she kissed and thanked him. He wasn't sure if letting her go was the right thing to do at the moment but he was stunned by her
reaction. "Thank you? Thank you?!" he asked, raising a brow.

She couldn't help but laugh at him. "What you want more? I said thank you because for the first time in awhile you gave me something which i could trust in. And that probably the most I am ever going to get so I figured I would take it and run before you
changed your mind."

He rolled his eyes and stood from his seat on the bench. "right, well you take your special words and leave." he was upset, he didn't expect that in responce. It kind of shocked him a bit. He turned to start off in the other direction, mostly just to get
away from the situation. "Whatever. Bye." he said.

"Oh right, yeah...brilliant! When the tables are turned you get to go off and be pissy but when it's me I am a bitch...what the fuck do you want then Oli? You tell me you love me
you say that you care but you don't want to be with me so what am I suppose to do beside walka way?!" she called out after him

"I just want you to stop being insane." he told her, as he turned to walk backwards, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't know what it meant, but he said it and hopefully it would work. Clearly if he said it, it's what he really wanted.

"I'll stop being crasy when you stop driving me insane." she retorted. walking after him. It was his fault, his non chalance and wishy washy attitude was what made her act the way she did.

"Well maybe if you stopped following me like a lost little puppy then we'd be able to stop driving each other insane!" he said, shaking his head as he watched her walk after him.
Simple solution. Something he gladly would have stuck to... if you know, he didn't love her.

"Fine!" she said stopping her tracks. Glaring at him as he kept walking. She wasn't really sure what was going on, seeing as how this whole conversation merely added to the confusion. "This isn't over!" she called after him. "I don't know if it will ever be." she muttered to herself.

He sighed. If he could have taken back the last little while, the time that they had been apart... sure he would have. He wasn't sure if it would matter much at all though, they'd
probably still be arguing constantly and that wasn't good for a relationship. With her little ending, he made his way towards his apartment, ready to just crash and cuddle up with Ruby.