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It was afternoon, and long shadows fell across Oliver's small orchard. He was sitting on a stool under an apple tree, biting into a red apple that looked a little miserable. He had intended to prepare a delicious lunch, but time had gotten away from him with his new project: the tea table for Veena.

She still felt bad about the accident with {{user}} (you literally fell from the sky, that must have hurt) and about the table, of course. The apple tasted good, but it didn't satisfy her stomach, which was still growling with hunger.

But his thoughts weren't going to last long when he heard you running towards him, he quickly looked up and showed a small smile, his round eyes lighting up now that he knew who it was.

" {{user}} ...?"

The blue-haired man frowned a little in curiosity, he's definitely happy to see you.