[Cornelia's eyes and mouth open wide when he pulls the bathing suit out of the bag. Her lips move a second or two before she can actually sputter out words.]
Are you nuts? You went and picked out a bathing suit for me? [She wishes she could say that it was the wine making her face feel so warm. She snatches it out of his hand, placing it behind her back, as if that will make it disappear. And then downing the rest of the glass, she hands it back to him, completely avoiding his gaze.]
There. I drank it. [The anger seems to be gone from her voice, and now she just looks utterly embarrassed.] I would rather... sit and talk... instead.
[What? No. That's almost worse. Talking right now is dangerous. Especially when every other sentence is something that she would never intentionally tell him.] ...Or something else. I don't look so good in those things.
[She sighs a moment later. That isn't what she wanted to say either. A hand moves up to her forehead, partially to conceal her face. And she suddenly wishes she had more liquid courage.]