Oliver snorts and resists the urge to run a hand over his hair. Instead he watches the cashier as she interacts with Derek, finding it amusing to see what that sort of stare looks like when it isn't directed at him. He used to enjoy the attention, but now it makes him feel noticed, uncomfortable.

When he's done with his order, Oliver joins Derek by the counter, arms across his chest and amusement in his face. "Apples?"