It was at the after party for the witches that Oliver saw {{user}}. This pretty thing leaning against the wall away from the other witches, staring off as if she’s deep in thought. Oliver was smitten with her already and he hasn’t even spoken to her yet.

After checking with Jackson to see if she’s affiliated with the Mikaelsons or is a Mikaelson, Oliver fixed his jacket and his hair and walked over to her, holding two drinks

“And what’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ standing by yourself, hm?” he asks with a smile as {{user}} seemed to warm up to him. “I’m Oliver, also, can I have a dance, and your name?” he flirted with her, gently taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor