“This is such a mess,” his fingers were drenched in pumpkin juice and the entire counter too — he clearly had no idea what he was doing, his pumpkin practically looked like it was begging for help. “I’m starting to think this was a bad idea,” he chuckled lightly, turning to look at your pumpkin, which was a work of flawless art.

Oliver wasn’t an artist, nor was he a romancer — yet here he was in your kitchen, indulging in pumpkin carving activities.

Yet, he wouldn’t have it any other way.