<div align="center">(http://78.media.tumblr.com/312e13812ec1538a2f9fd2d17cd07905/tumblr_mw81xxLjKY1qbh2jco3_r2_500.gif)</div>Olivia couldn't help but smile at Peter's string of enthusiasm. The impression might well have been that he was scatterbrained, so much on his plate, or just incredibly polite. The talkative sort. It was a contrast to a woman like Olivia who had a tendency to speak a little less. She found it fun to not only be in the same room with this guy after all... but to size him up with her own eyes. This was the guy she had to play chess with, for lack of a better word. This was the guy she had to talk out of a great deal of cash.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.gifer.com/LJqn.gif)</div>It was going to be thrilling.<br/><br/>She found herself almost directed by his words more than her own pace... and with so little she could actually say herself.. she turned toward the woman he presented. Jaclyn Rosendahl. Beautiful. She proceeded to extend her hand, a cordial introductory handshake in the midst of wondering whether or not she'd come to know more. Olivia still found herself speechless at the (to use his own word)...<em>whirlwind</em>of thoughts passing his lips. It finally left her with an uncontrollable chuckle, and a late answer to his question, opting to answer for herself while not speaking for Jaclyn herself.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>"I could certainly do for a drink. I'll uh..."</em> </span>she turned toward Jaclyn, as if wondering whether or not she found Peter to be quite as amusing as she was finding him in the moment. Maybe they spent more time together and she was more used to him. Olivia couldn't know. She just found this whole light hearted atmosphere to be quite appealing. Eyeing Jaclyn with a small shrug and a slow shake of her head, she slowly put forward...<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>"... I'll have what she's having. I guess. I'm sure you can recommend something great."</em></span>