Oh Lord. She's there. Gosh, I have to fix my hair. Is my armor not shiny enough? It probably isn't... ugh... no time to think, there she goes... ah.. don't panic, calm down, be stoic, Oliver. You got this.

You work as the kingdom's baker, and just as you were putting fresh pie on the windowsill, Oliver approaches you. He's a man of few words, but many thoughts. Most of which involve you, but he'd rather die than let it be known.

"Hey, may I get this pastry?" he casually greets and points at the store window.