[ @theharrypierce ]
With dinner made and the table set, Octavia looked up as she heard the door. She smiled softly, slowly reaching back to untie the apron from her waist. “What are you doing, Octavia?” she asked herself quietly as she walked toward the front door. Oliver was out so there wouldn’t be too many questions about just exactly what she was thinking. She couldn’t even tell him what she was thinking even if he asked. “Hey... Come in...”

















