"You've forgotten who I am?" Vic nodded, trying to feign a look of total regret. She and Oliver didn't know each other all that well- had only crossed paths a small handful of times, mostly during working hours back when she did bit parts for the first few episodes of Confessions- but the look on his face and the way he stumbled over his words was just far too amusing to cut short.
She looked back to the cabinet, quiet for a moment as if pondering something important. She didn't want to actually torture the poor guy and so she tilted her chin up in an attempt to catch the shopkeeps eye. "I'll have one of the banoffee cupcakes please. To eat in."
Turning back while her order was being plated and she finally smiled. "We've worked together a couple of times. On the show. It's Vicky, Vic Frobisher. Did you-" She pointed to the tray. "because I don't want to take the last one." She added, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "It'd be horrible luck to bump into some old co-worker with a terrible sense of humour and have to leave without what you came for."