[Cornelia and Oliver -- Beach]
[Lucky for him, her eyes return to Oliver moments after his have shifted out to sea. His profile is... she doesn't mind it so much anymore. At least right now, with the smirk on his mouth and his spiked up hair. For some reason, it's comforting to know that the expression on his face is because of her.]
So you say. But can you actually handle calling me by my real name for the remainder of the evening?
[She smiles, but it's a little less controlled, and possibly even a little more childlike as she pushes the glass a little closer to him.]
Here. I'll even let you drink from my glass if you promise to do it from the other side of the rim.