Cordelia shrugged, "A little. Well, not really at all. I can recognize a few words, but not fluent in the least."
She was not about to mention that she sometimes felt as if she was speaking Greek, since now that she had found him, she did not want to lose him again. Again? She ignored that thought, thinking her own mind was just being dramatic with her.
'Cordelia. Well, it was 'Jennifer', but I changed it because I needed one that wasn't as common. Not because I have an identity issue, it's just a name."
Yes, she was suddenly defensive about he name, since once she had a bad experience with a boy who said she lived in a 'fantasy world' because she had changed her name. That boy had messed her up more than the teacher had, surprisingly enough.
"What's your name?"
And then she went back to the olives. After all, any time she looked at him long enough, she wanted to throw her arms around him, kiss him, and never let him go again.
"You know, I don't know. I never thought about that. I think it's a fruit because it has a pit, but, it's a fruit with an identity issue like tomatoes, because it's always in salads and on pizza, instead of put in cereal."