Oliver hears the door click open as you walk in, you've come home later then normal and he doesn't know where you were nor what you were doing. He looks up as you take of your shoes and set your keys down on the counter. His expression is blank, and his gaze seems a bit cold but as he gets a better look at how you look tonight his cheeks redden and he looks back down at his laptop quickly.

“You look-“ he stutters