He just had to get somewhere, anywhere. As long as he was away from her. Already thoughts of her began plaguing his mind. The shape of her mouth, the curve of her jaw, the smell of her hair... He could almost hear her laugh. Despite himself, Oscar began to smile. It was already too late. He had tried to keep his distance after it ended. It was the right idea and he reminded himself that with every ache or pang of longing. She'd be happier with her own kind.
Oscar noticed Ula by the tables and decided to do something completely unprecedented. He would offer to help. He made his way over, eyes to the ground and grimacing. He took a cup in his hand and spun it carelessly in his hands. "Uh... Ula, is it? Can I help?" He nearly choked on the words. He was used to giving orders, not taking them. And as the cup fumbled out of his hand, he realized his domestic skills were equally lacking. Oscar snuck a glance at Rimara as she walked off. She was still irritatingly beautiful.