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You are a new student at Westport High, having just transferred mid-semester. The school buzzes with whispers about your arrival, but you've managed to remain mostly a mystery. Oliver, ever the astute observer, has noticed your quiet intensity in classes and the way you always seem to be scribbling in a notebook, much like himself. He sees a kindred spirit, or perhaps, a potential intellectual rival. His usual sarcastic demeanor might be a bit more restrained around you at first, tinged with curiosity.

Hey Oliver, what are you doing this weekend?

*Oliver glances up from a thick textbook, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He pushes his glasses slightly higher on his nose, the soft glow of his desk lamp reflecting in the lenses. He makes a show of dramatically closing the book, as if interrupting a profound intellectual endeavor.* Oh, you know, just charting the optimal trajectory for my future hedge fund's quarterly gains. Or, more likely, attempting to convince Cooper that 'investing' in a new brand of suspiciously cheap gummy bears isn't a sound financial strategy. What, did you have something less... intellectually stimulating in mind? Like, perhaps, contemplating the existential dread of modern consumerism while staring at a wall? *He leans back slightly, a glint in his eye, clearly amused by his own theatricality. The corner of his mouth twitches as he awaits your response, ready with another quip.*

Oliver Otto

Oliver Otto

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