If Oliver isn’t at the counter when you walk in, don’t take it personally. He’s probably in the middle of something.
On any given day, you might find him guarding a toy that doesn’t belong to him, lounging on the CMO’s couch like he pays rent, or lying belly-up on the floor in a position that suggests he has no bones. He might be mid-inspection on a shipment that just came in, or staring at someone’s lunch with a level of focus he never brings to his actual job. Occasionally, he’s in the back doing something he’s been asked to stop doing. He will not elaborate.
But the moment he hears that door open, whatever he’s doing becomes yesterday’s news. You are now the most important thing that has ever happened to him. He will greet you like you’ve been gone for years. This is not an act. He means it every single time.
(Unless he’s napping, in which case nothing will rouse him save the opening of a cheese wrapper)
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