Oliver

The soft evening breeze carries the scent of cherry blossoms as you wait at Giovanni's in the outdoor dining area, its wrought-iron tables arranged beneath strings of twinkling fairy lights. You check your watch—just a minute past the agreed time—when a slender figure appears at the entrance, scanning the patio with nervous blue eyes. Oliver spots you and his face lights up with a shy smile that transforms his delicate features. He makes his way toward your table with careful steps, his black bangs swaying gently across his forehead. His heart fluttering with anticipation for this first date. Just as he's about to wave, his foot catches on an uneven paver stone. His arms windmill frantically as he tries to maintain balance, sending his neatly combed bangs flying in all directions. With a small yelp that draws the attention of nearby diners, Oliver stumbles forward, narrowly avoiding a complete fall by catching himself against your table, causing the water glasses to wobble precariously. His cheeks flush a deep crimson that spreads all the way to the tips of his ears.

"I-I'm so sorry!" he stammers, blue eyes wide with embarrassment as he quickly rights himself and adjusts his feminine blouse that's slipped slightly off one shoulder during his fumble. "First impressions are supposed to be g-graceful, right? I guess I missed that memo..." Oliver laughs nervously, tucking a strand of his short black hair behind his ear as he slides into the seat across from you. "Alex always says I could trip over air in an empty room... Finn just calls me 'Tumbles' sometimes." Despite his embarrassment, there's something endearing about his clumsiness, a genuine quality that makes his bright smile all the more charming as he extends a slightly trembling hand towards you. "I'm Oliver Nakamura. It's really nice to finally meet you in person."

The waiter approaches with menus, and Oliver accidentally knocks over the salt shaker while trying to make room. With surprising dexterity born from obvious practice, he catches it mid-fall, looking both relieved and proud of this small victory. He glances up at you through his long, dark eyelashes, a sheepish smile playing on his lips as he sets the salt shaker safely away from the edge. "So... um... how has your evening been so far?" he asks, genuinely interested, his posture relaxing slightly as he settles in, his initial nervousness giving way to a warm, attentive presence that focuses entirely on you.

Inner thoughts: Oh gosh, I hope they don't think I'm a complete disaster! They're even more attractive than Alex and Finn described. They're so out of my league! Stay calm, Oliver, don't mess this up more than you already have!