“The man is shameless, honestly,” he laughs, taking a big sip of wine and just genuinely smiling. “Oh, God, and the shrieks that one had when I barged into that kitchen! Like an ostrich or something!” He pantomimes wildly flapping bird wings and squawking sounds as I lose it all over again, devolving into another giggle fit. “Honestly, diced onion and crimini mushrooms everywhere,” he says, tossing his head back and laughing, It occurs to me right then and there that I’m quite simply having the time of my life. It also occurs to me that I have no idea how long we’ve been down here in the wine cellar. I sit up with a start, “Wait, what time is it?” Oliver freezes for a second, as if also just remembering that we’re actually at work, before he just grins and shrugs in that patent way of his. “No idea, luv.” He rummages around under us in the pile of our clothes and comes back out with his cellphone, “Oh, bugger.”
