[She looks up as soon as she hears the chair scraping against the floor. The first thing her senses encounter is a familiar scent, which would be Oliver's cologne. And then she is looking up into his face, her features tensing slightly as a small flutter begins in her stomach. Cornelia doesn't notice it at first, but as he sits down beside her, she is suddenly much more aware of his presence than she ever remembers being in the past. Her eyes watch the wide smile curiously, lingering on his mouth even after he has spoken. And then she looks away, her gaze dropping to her hands.]
No. Not at all. I only just arrived.
[It's a lie. But he doesn't need to know that the cold coffee in front of her is her second cup.]