Oliver Burton

Miya seemed entirely shy around his presence. Definitely not the same defiant little creature he had met the first night. Maybe it was the stress that had truly gotten underneath her skin. She all but stared at his very shoes as if she avoided eye contact all together. "There is no need to thank me, I couldn't..." she is quick to invite him to stay longer and judging by that delicious smell that floods her apartment and the hunger that assaulted him, it was impossible to say no. "I couldn't possibly, I did come here unannounced. I won't overstay my welcome Miss Miya. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, for myself." He peered down at her not moving from where he stood at the door way, as though he couldn't quite pry himself away.

The topic of boxers, it would seem only made her very nervousness grow! Funny little creature she was, she was the one to bring it up too! She bit down on her lower lip that causes his gaze to fall to them, her cheeks blooming to life once more. Embarrassed by a pair of boxers. It was almost endearing. He fought a grin that tugged at the corners of his lips, his face remaining almost deadpan, except for the amusement that flickered within his nutmeg hued eyes. She claims she could not simply throw them out. "Of course, you could! Just toss them, they are a reminder of that night and I can certainly afford new ones." He added dismissively. Surprise flitted across her face and he could hardly help the rare teasing smile that tugged at his mouth. His hand rose and cast it away in an idle gesture as if he pointed toward the trash. Oliver could somehow find the amusement in all of this.. even if it was a little at her expense.

He spoke with an ease congratulating her upon that promotion at work, that call still fresh upon his mind. The Englishman hardly paid it any mind as the words so easily found him. Polite and complimentary were certainly not the forefront descriptive words to describe the utter cutthroat businessman standing within the quaint doorway to Miya's home. But.. he tried.. all the same.

He seemed distracted almost as he sniffed the air suddenly questioning about that fish he already knew was there. It prompted an abrupt panic as if she had forgotten all about it.

She seemed, unsurprisingly, so much calmer now, comfortable within her own home. It was truly a relief to see in comparison to the woman he had seen nearly beaten half to death. She was like a rabid animal then, that night all bared teeth until she simply couldn't anymore. It was concerning the way she passed out. He could hardly help but feel responsible for her, perhaps even now. It was nice seeing a completely different woman flitting about her apartment, taking those treats she had taken from him and placed it upon the kitchen table before she tries to rescue her meal. His eyes trailed her petite form, watching her long hair flowing behind her as she moved with a swiftness, navigating that room with ease. Miya opened up the oven and then that scent nearly pummels him. That smelled.... Damn good. Fish was indeed the man's weakness. For a short time he seemed content enough to simply watch her. He really.. should go.

It took an even shorter moment, but somehow that light carefreeness had turned into tension filled waters. Such rage overtakes her suddenly. It was like a fuse had simply went off, that almost ease that lingered between then only lasting for but a simple moment before obliterated. One minute she was saying his name softly, the next she was in a bloody frenzy and she couldn't or wouldn't stop. Her face contorts in that rage that lit up within her as she begins her fierce tirade against him. There she was. Exactly as he remembered her. It would seem that indeed she was like this all the time. He had to give her credit that she had a fierceness like female bear protecting cubs.

Perhaps he should have stayed away. He didn't come here just to get treated in this manner by a woman he only felt compelled to help! He wasn't perfect as his own calm exterior begins to crumble as his own irritation started to seep out of him. It was long day, to damn long. His face shifts into a frown, his gaze narrowing, hardly appreciating this blatant disrespect.

She closes the distance between them with a blatant boldness. For a moment, Oliver thought she might actually go for him! It would have almost been amusing if he had an ounce of patience. Unfortunately, he had none.

"Look Miya.. stop.." He couldn't say he had a petite woman come after him in such a... rage like this. As the dark-haired man was beginning to learn, she wasn't going to stop. She wouldn't hold back her words long enough for him to finish his explanation. An explanation! How long had it had been that he actually felt the need to explain his actions? Yet there was a building sensation that roared in him that felt the need to. A rough sigh escapes him, almost grated, wanting nothing more to rip out his own hair in blatant frustration.

Oliver hardly wanted to deal an enraged Miya, it was like a wound up chihuahua went off and it just didn't stop its incessant barking. He could feel his own irritation grow within his chest, she even dared to put hand on him like she was going to challenge him to fight. He shifted, standing up straighter only to look down upon her like she was nothing but a minor nuisance. He placed either one of his hands on her shoulders as if to keep her in place. "Are you done?" He gruffly questions, raising a brow at the fired up little creature challenging him, the hard line on his worn face displaying how unimpressed he was by this very moment. It was clearly a mistake, him coming here. She truly had no idea what she was toying with.

"I just made a call. You weren't being treated fairly, a doctor practically working as janitor? It made no sense. It would seem... your supervisor had a bit of a grudge against you. I didn't go for a medical degree, you did. Your degree got you the job.. your hard work.. What you do with this.. now that is entirely up to you." He declared, clearly exasperated.