Oliver really needed to get out of his apartment, and the only place he actually needed to go was the supermarket. He was out of food and needed to go grocery shopping badly, and decided to just hurry up and do it as fast as he could. He was in no mood to be out in public, but at least he didn't look like hell. He just walked down an aisle, pushing his cart, looking for his favorite cereal.
Alfie loved the solace that the muggle supermarket gave him. In muggle England, save for the monarchy, nobody knew of him and who he was. Of course there'd be the odd witch or wizard or, at worst, a muggle family member who'd seen his picture, but aside from that he was a literal nobody - a nice change. He walked around the supermarket in a leisurely fashion - taking in what was stocked in the aisles and, from time to time, putting something in that reminded him of the times his mother would take him out to the very same shop.
Oliver turned down the cereal aisle, not even noticing Alfie as he bumped him with his cart. “Oh geez, I’m so sorry,” he apologized, glancing over to see Alfie. Only, he paused for a moment as he stared... He looked so familiar, and a name popped into his head. “Alfie...?” He asked a little hesitantly, not sure if he was connecting the name to the face correctly.