Oliver
"Ah... how troublesome..." Oliver mumbled to himself as he got on his knees to pick up shards of broken glass. Once again, he had dropped another dish that was supposed to be sent out to a customer. Oliver was currently working as a waiter at a small restaurant a few blocks away from the school, but it was more of a bakery in his opinion. Even so, he still wasn't very good at it either way. The smell of sweets made his stomach grumble and distract him from what he should really be doing, causing him to make many mistakes and... a dramatic downfall in the restaurant's supply of plates.
If you thought he was bad then, look at him now. These last few days have been devastating for the young male. Oliver's nights were full of little sleep due to being homesick, the difficult tasks of school, and the random nightmares that haunted him. For the past few nights, he'd just lay in his bed, tossing and turning as the hours ticked by. The results, he can barely focus on serving a simple meal to a customer. "At this rate, I'm going to get fired..." He mumbled to himself once again as he stood up and walked towards the trashcan to throw away the broken remains of baked goods and plate shards.
Oliver had other things on his mind, too. His classmates have been going on and on about how there are going to be a few new students. Not only that, but from America! Oliver wasn't really one to listen in or make such a big deal of things, but it really was quite interesting. Maybe now he won't be so different from everyone else. The thought of that made him smile.