Honestly, the girl never expected to see Oliver again. After the embarrassing moment of passing out in his arms and her waking up to clean clothes... well, she can't say she was upset. Miya seemed to be mortified more or less! What had he seen? She was already in the shower with a stranger! The day after such events, the woman couldn't help but hold her face, wondering if it might melt off from turning red. She hardly did much the next couple of days after the attack, the girl still not quite feeling herself and yet, after she had gotten that phone call it was like everything had changed! Miya quite literally reverted back to a child, jumping on her couch and racing around the house. An absurd sight I can assure though Miya instantly calmed the moment someone started banging on the wall telling her to quiet down. At that point, Oliver was all but forgotten in her excitement, even his underwear draped across the chair didn't trigger an embarrassing meltdown.

So the girl decides to spoil herself, grocery shopping and making a grand meal. Things she couldn't justify buying on her meager nurse's pay and yet, things were surely about to change! Humming to herself quietly, she works in the kitchen, her hair pulled back lightly in a loose pony tail, a faint smile so adorning her lips as she quickly pushes the fish into the oven. Wiping her hands on her apron, the knock on her door has her starting. She never got visitors, who would possibly seek her out? Confused, she takes her apron off and lays it across the counter, moving to the door quickly and yanking it open. The sight of Oliver has her mouth parting in surprise, the woman hardly lost on how absurdly handsome he was. His mused hair and unbuttoned shirt... he looked like he stepped straight out of a magazine. That blush raises to her cheeks then, stumbling across her words only to be blurting out that he had left his underwear. How she wanted to hide beneath a rock and never be seen again! Bringing her hand to her mouth in a sign of mortification, she steps aside and lets him in. The girl very nearly wanting to press her face against the door so he couldn't see the blush so generously coating her face and neck.

"I am, thanks to you," she murmurs, chocolate gaze trained on the floor next to his shoes. "You can stay for as long as you'd like, I am... I'm just about to finish dinner. You're more than welcome to stay, I do owe you one," she says, finally looking up at him, pushing a stray hair behind her ear. Her blush remains but a sincerity is taking over her gaze. As much as she didn't want the man's help she was thankful for him. The days after her attack had been rather rough but she knew she would have been worse off if Oliver hadn't been there to save the day. When he finally comments on the underwear, her almost vanishing blush comes raging forth again. Miya bites her lower lip, "I couldn't do that... they weren't mine to throw out," she says embarrassed but feeling the need to explain her situation. Honestly, the girl was far too wrapped up in her own emotions to even notice the man was teasing her! It was her being so entirely distracted, his next words don't seem to register at first as she glances up at him in surprise.

Her brows arch delicately as she stares at him almost dumbfounded by his congratulations. How could he possibly know? She hadn't told anyone and she didn't remember telling Mr. and Mrs. Hill either. She gently takes the treats from Oliver's hands slowly, still trying to allow her brain to catch up with the conversation, Miya nodding at him mutely before he sniffs at the air. "Yes... oh shoot!" She exclaims, setting the treats on the table and rushing towards the oven and yanking it open. Utter relief follows her as she notes that she did not, in fact, burn the fish. Gently gathering the oven mitts, she pulls the fish out and sets it on the top. Closing the door with her hip, she gently lays the mitts on the counter before her chocolate gaze finds Oliver still standing near the doorway. She's very nearly ready to tell him to have a seat but that nagging feeling of doubt still creeps into her mind. "Oliver...," she pauses, his name quiet on her lips as if she's trying out his name for the first time, "How did you...," she trails off again before it hits her like a train.

It was like their conversation came rushing back to her, him telling her how he had built part of the hospital! She didn't have any proof and yet, anger boils up in her as she clenches her fists at her side and practically stomps over to him, her cheeks read with rage. Reaching up a hand, she pokes him square in the chest, and truly she wasn't a scary sight to see angry she almost looked adorable, as she tilts her head back and looks up at him, "You couldn't have known I had a promotion unless you were behind it," she snaps at him. It was becoming a norm for the two, Miya blushing like a feen only to be raging at the man in front of her. "How dare you do something like that! I don't need hand outs, I want to be able to... to earn things on my own not because some bigwig gets on the phone and tells them to give me a promotion!" Her voice is raised, though she's hardly shouting as her poking finger turns into a full hand splayed across his chest. She wasn't sure if she wanted to shove him or grip his button up and pull him closer, you know, like they do in those movies to intimidate people. And yet, she doesn't do either, nor does she notice her palm is resting on that deliciously muscled chest.

Glaring up at him, she's almost tempted to kick him out. Tell him to leave and never come back and yet, the girl can't manage it. He had saved her life and she felt the urge that she owed him something, she couldn't very well push him out of her doorway.

Miyako Aiken