He really should know better than to read cards from anyone at his desk. Especially cards that sing. As soon as it starts up its song, he slams it shut again, blushing furiously, hoping nobody's noticed, knowing that they'll undoubtedly give him shit for it if they have. He'd give someone shit for it, too.
Not that it doesn't kind of please him. Maybe that's why he keeps stealing a glance at the card all day, like it's going to disappear or something if he doesn't keep checking. And when work's over, well... he practically rushes out of there. Then realizes he has no idea where he's supposed to be 'joining' him.
Luckily for him, Oliver knows where you live. Or Work. Probably both. Anyway, he's hanging around on a bench outside of Ginsberg's office building. You're welcome! He gives Ginsberg a cheerful smile once he sees him. He's assuming you were going to agree to his proposal, anyway.
Oh good, looks like he didn't have to go far at all to find Oliver. How convenient. Of course, he has to smile back as he's walking over to the bench, because really, that guy's got an infectious smile. How could he avoid it?
"You really went all out with the card. I'd be impressed if I weren't so embarrassed. Okay, maybe I'm a little impressed, anyway. How'd you get it onto my desk? Or don't I want to know?"
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Not that it doesn't kind of please him. Maybe that's why he keeps stealing a glance at the card all day, like it's going to disappear or something if he doesn't keep checking. And when work's over, well... he practically rushes out of there. Then realizes he has no idea where he's supposed to be 'joining' him.
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"You really went all out with the card. I'd be impressed if I weren't so embarrassed. Okay, maybe I'm a little impressed, anyway. How'd you get it onto my desk? Or don't I want to know?"