"For a moment," Oliver admitted with a grin, then took a step back to take a good look at his friend. "You're still thin as a beanpole, Angie. Don't they feed you anything?" He smiled and cupped her cheek in his hand. "You should get a license for your sharp bones. They're like weapons."
He regarded her fondly for another moment, then took the broomsticks and out them on the counter. "No break but Barry I switch repair-duty in the back room. I can ask him to handle the shop and we can talk while I work on the broomsticks. Sound good?"
With his usual enthusiasm, Oliver turned around and opened the door to the backroom. "BARRY! Care to handle the shop for a moment? I can keep going with the repairs!"
There was an affirmative answer and Oliver turned back to Angelina, wearing an expression not unlike an eager puppy.