Oliver stilled at the very sight of her. He sat up slowly and straightened his tie. He stood when Lisa arrived at his table and frowned at her cold demeanor. God, he'd fucked up. He was sure guilt was written all over his face, as if she could see Katie and what had happened between them on Saturday, written clearly there. He swallowed softly and cleared his throat, trying desperately to get her attention without being rude - then he stopped himself. Why was he trying so hard for her? It wasn't as if he had made a commitment to Lisa; it wasn't as if they were together. Still, even Oliver, oblivious male that he was, knew he was getting into something tricky by getting intimate with two women at once.
"Hello, Lisa," he finally said, very quietly, trying his best to gage her mood and determine the reason for her silence and angry look flush.