The All Seeing Eyes. With chloeas.

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Oliver had just finished putting together the ingredients for homemade spaghetti and had placed the pot of noodles and water to boil when he heard the familiar sound of heels clicking on the floor, approaching quickly.

Turning, he flashed her a smile as she paused in the doorway, a troubled expression on her face. His smile faded. "Chloe? What is it?" he asked with a frown, moving toward her.