Because we all know who really deserves it…Oliver runs through the courthouse, flash drive in hand, frantically looking for Connor. The case Annalise Keating is working on is too big and the files to sensitive to send via email so Oliver downloaded them all onto a spare drive, faked being sick so his boss would let him leave work, and sped over to the courthouse. He’s here just in time but he can’t find Connor anywhere. Is he heading to the right courtroom?
“Oliver!” He whips around as his name is called and sees Laurel, standing by the courtroom entrance with another man, waving him over.
“Hey. Am I late?” He hands her the flash drive and she shakes her head as she plugs it into her tablet. Oliver turns to the man to Laurel’s right, gives a little nod, and holds out a hand. “Hi. Do you work for Annalise too? I’m—”
“I know. You’re Hacker Boy.” The man’s handshake is courteous and his smile seems genuine but did he just call him ‘Hacker Boy?’ Oliver’s not sure how to respond to that but the man speaks to Laurel instead. “When did you meet Connor’s boyfriend?”
She’s distracted trying to pull up the files on her tablet. “We all went out for a drink last week.”
“We all went out for a drink?”
“Yeah,” Laurel says, clearly still focused on the task at hand. “We. Michaela, Wes, and I. Last week.”
“Why didn’t anyone call me?” The man, who Oliver suspects is Asher, gives both of them dumbfounded looks. “Why does no one ever call me?” Laurel gives him a quick look that could be sympathetic but could also be a glare, Oliver can’t really tell, and turns back to her tablet. “Whatever. Nice to meet you, man.” He holds out his hand for Oliver to shake again. “I’m Asher Millstone. Have heard a lot about you.”
“Really?” When Michaela said the same last week Oliver had assumed she was exaggerating, teasing Connor the way friends do, but from what he’s heard Oliver doesn’t think Asher is really the type to lovingly tease his friends.
“Oh yeah.” Asher leans in a little to whisper. “When you guys broke up, Connor was totally devastated. Moping around the office. Daydreaming in class. Hell, he even tried flirting with some guys but you could totally tell he wasn’t really into it.”
“Really.” Oliver knows he should not get such satisfaction out of knowing Connor was heartbroken but he can’t help it. It’s reassuring to hear he wasn’t the only one torn up by their breakup.
Asher just nods. “In fact.” Asher leans in just a little closer to whisper conspiratorially. “Stick around after and remind me to tell you about the night Wes and I took him out. Highlight reel, crying to some chick about you and getting advice on how to get you back.”
“You’re joking.” Oliver can’t stop the smile spreading across his face. He’s the worst boyfriend in the world.
“Nope,” Asher says with a wink. “Seriously. Best night ever.”
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