"What the hell?!" Octavia exclaimed as the hot coffee burned her skin and seeped into the fabric of her t-shirt and jeans.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Here, let me get you some napkins!" a boy exclaimed. He was just a little taller than Octavia. He had pale skin, curly blonde hair, and glasses. A constellation of freckles scattered his nose and cheeks.
"It's alright. It was an accident. I'm Octavia, but you can call me Via."
"Octavia... I've always loved that name. It reminds me of space. Here, let me buy you another drink. Oh, uh, my name's Oliver, by the way."