Oliver greeted her with a friendly smile as he held up a bottle of wine. He wasn't sure what she was making, so he'd taken his best guess on the alcohol. Truthfully he was a bit nervous, because something told him this wasn't just one of their casual, friendly dinners where they discussed theories on the apocalypse, or talked about Queen Industries and its future here in Lawrence.
"You look nice," he told her, taking in how comfortable she actually looked. She looked comfortable in a way he hadn't seen her look in years. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he'd ever seen her look as at home as she did now. But he figured that was partly his fault, and partly Lex's. They'd basically made her life hell for a long time, even though he'd done it unintentionally. It was still one of the things he regretted most.