"O-Ozzy?" I asked.
I rubbed my eyes. It's him. It's really him.
His red hair seems less fluffy than the last time I saw him. Dark circles round his bright blue eyes. He looks skinnier too. Has he not been eating?
"Uh, yeah." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I, uhm, just heard that you were here. Olive got your voicemail." He told me.
"Oh." Was all I could manage.
"Uh, did you m-maybe wanna c-come in?" I asked lamely.
Ozzy nodded. I pushed the door open more, and stepped aside. When Ozzy walked past me his scent hit me. Cedar and citrus. What a f*****g amazing combination.
I kicked the door shut with my foot. Ozzy is looking around the room. I should probably say something.
"S-sorry it's kind of messy right now. I was just putting my stuff away." I said.
Ozzy turned to
