Oh hell, that smile. Vic returned it with almost no effort at all, but then quickly turned her attention back to the bar, her eyes scanning the bottles of spirits and fancy mixers that were lined up behind it.
"Okay, that sounds like a deal. Give me an... Amaretto Sour?" She asked, looking back at him a questioning glance to make sure it would be okay. She knew she might be pushing it by ordering a cocktail, but honestly, Oliver didn't come across the type to care.
Once the drinks order was settled, Vic nodded towards the bar area. "I used to work here. It was a while ago now and the picture of me that's up there isn't of me here," She added. "but it's there and it's of me while I was working. I just want to see if you can pick it out." She grinned, excited for the first time in ages at the prospect of sharing one of her passions with somebody new. "I'll warn you now that if you're looking for somebody that looks like this," She said, motioning to the way she looked right then. "then you're going struggle."