Sipping the orange juice, he watched as Laurel walked into the kitchen, the sight alone enough to improve his mood. No, he wasn’t under any delusions. There was still a lot to fix between the two of them and Oliver knew they hadn’t had their last fight. But this? For however long it lasted…it was nice, and that’s all that really mattered to him right then.
“You think I would forget your caffeine?” Having already set out a cup for her, Oliver grabbed the coffee pot and poured some into it. She could add whatever she wanted to from there. Leaning back, he inspected what she was wearing, letting his gaze linger maybe a touch longer than it should have. “You’ll be fine in that…I like it.” Not that she didn’t look good when she was at the office, it was just a different side of her.
Setting the glass down, he stepped forward, gently smoothing her hair with his hands. “You sure you’re okay with this?”