[Oliver watches her take off her jacket, admiring her feminine shoulders, her slender waist and the curve of her back. The blond man can't help but find it ironic that the purple haired princess likes to wear fitting clothes but can't feel comfortable shedding some. The thought reminds him of how stunning she had look in her dress during their first date. If by some miracle, he gets to see her again in the future, he really needs to convince her to wear that dress again. Maybe that time he'll be able to kiss the soft skin of her shoulder.
His train of thoughts is stopped as Cornelia brushes past him. He smells that perfume that is uniquely hers and for a second there he nearly breaks his promise, his hand twitching to catch her so he can bury his face in her hair, in her neck. He bites his lower lips so he can stop himself from making a comment about her being a terrible temptress.
He watches walk with some difficulty, amused at her. Oliver stays not too far from Cornelia in case she decides to try and meet the ground once again. But not before long, they find themselves in front of the jacuzzi building. Fortunately, it has separate changing rooms. Oliver offers the gift bag with the bathing suit in it to Cornelia.]
Just in case you change your mind. I think the towels are long enough to cover yourself if you're that shy about how great you'll look in that swim suit. I'll see you on the other side, all right?
[He smiles at her as he enters the men's changing room. After a few moments, he walks out on the other side, by the jacuzzi, wearing green swim shorts. He sits down by the hot waters, dipping his legs, waiting for the princess to come out. He can't help himself and hope she'll join in, but he's pretty sure she won't. He sets down the towel he grabbed by his side and watches the steam twirl around in the cool night air.]