Thank you all so much for reviewing/following/favoriting this little project of mine. I can hardly call it a story, since it's just plain dialogue, but I am so overwhelmed with the feedback on this.

I am especially happy when I get reviews that mention that this makes you guys smile. Since this was never meant to be a masterfully written story, but as a means to make someone smile those reviews are everything I hoped for as I was writing it.

I hope you smile once more while reading this next part where Oliver's observation skills are questioned.

—-As always please note that Oliver's dialogue is in bold—-

Are Digg and Lyla together?

Yes

How come no one tells me these things?

Because they think you're observant.

I am observant

Not about personal stuff you aren't

What's that supposed to mean?

See your question above

I don't like it when you get all school-mistressy

You don't?

You know what I mean

Actually I don't.

You get that look on your face. Like the first time we met.

You remember the first time we met.

It was only last year.

Still.

I remember.

[…]

So what else do you remember?

You're supposed to be the one to keep me in line in meetings

Spill

Nope

Tell me

The Information Manager is making some really good points

Which I pointed out to him in the first place. Tell me.

I think you deserve a promotion.

I do.

You're not getting one with that attitude.

You wouldn't know how to function without me anyway

True.

[…]

I remember that the shirt you wore was pink.

You have a picture of me in your cell phone with me wearing it. Next.

I remember your lipstick was hot pink.

Fuchsia. And you do?

Yes. See? I am observant.

No, you're not. Why do you remember the lipstick color I wore?

Because I am observant.

And you were looking at my lips.

That too.

And you're not observant. You're oblivious.

School-mistressy again. And I am. I just proved it.

All you proved was that you were looking at my lips when we first met.

It's proof enough. You don't like that I did?

I have over a year's worth of proof that you are oblivious. I win.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Right.

[…]

I remember the first time I touched you.

What?

I touched you on the shoulder and I promised you a bottle of wine.

Which I still haven't received.

I remember the first time you locked me in the lair.

Why would you remember that?

Because that's when I first smelled the coconut perfume you wear.

Huh.

I remember the first time I held you.

And swung me over an elevator shaft.

I remember the first time I kissed you.

It was two months ago.

I am trying to be romantic here. And prove that I am observant.

And I love that you are. Still not convinced on your observation skills though.

Why?

If you're so observant how come did it take you over a year to figure us out?

Who says I hadn't figured it out before?

What?

I knew.

You're lying.

I've never lied to you. Never will.

You've been with four other women since you met me. One of them being Laurel.

Okay, I'll say this once. Or write it as the case may be.

Okay?

When I first saw you, I had one of those moments.

What moments.

Kind of like: "Oh, there you are. I know you."

I don't get it.

It's like I knew you already. And that you'd be part of me. But I didn't want to admit it.

For a year?

Over a year.

You're stubborn.

And observant

[…]

So why don't you guys tell me things like that? Digg and Lyla?

You don't exactly talk feelings with Digg.

Okay, I get that.

So, you're fine with not talking to your best friend but not with me calling you unobservant?

Yes. You have the school-mistressy look again.

And you don't like that.

Actually, now that I think about it…

No. This meeting won't be over for a couple of hours and I am not calling Digg again.

Okay, but there's a lunch break coming.