Miya was many things, naive, gullible, oblivious... all such things that would make it almost easy to take advantage of her. However, where she lacked in certain areas, the girl was astonishingly bright, sometimes her lack of common sense tended to get in the way. Though, it was perhaps her minimal experience with the male gender that brought out all such traits. Should she be inviting a stranger into her home she hardly knew? Probably not. Did he save her life? Yes. Did she take an awkward shower with said man and in turn, made her faint? Double yes. And yet, the moment he shows up on her doorstep she's inviting him in, a sense of obligation coming over her and something else she couldn't quite pin. Still, she opens that door and gestures for him to come inside, that delicate blush so coating her cheeks as he finally enters her apartment. Her chocolate gaze is glued to the floor for the moment, until his deep rumble echoes in her ears. Glancing up, she offers a tentative smile before shaking her head at his comment, "Please, it would be my pleasure to have you for dinner. It really is thanks to you I made it home in one piece," she states before the mention of his boxers comes up.
Why couldn't she just keep her mouth shut? It was like word vomit projectile out of her lips! Looking at the floor again, she attempts to hide that telling sign of her embarrassment, missing the way he hides his smile that so tugs at his lips. When she tells him she couldn't simply just throw them away, his response has her peeking up at him through long dark lashes, her face absolutely sizzling in mortification. Surprise has her widening her dark eyes as a charming smile eases into place on his face, her lips parted in astonishment. It wasn't the first time she had thought of the man as handsome, she'd be blind to think otherwise! Yet, this playful... carefree Oliver was a shock. Miya didn't really know what to think of it. The moment passes though as he pretends to shoot the invisible boxers into the trashcan. Her cheeks brighten even more but she can't help but release a choked laugh, "You're making fun of me, aren't you?" She asks, though she hardly needed an answer. It was suddenly very clear that he was teasing her. "That isn't very nice," she mumbles, yet she isn't angry in the slightest, a small smile touching her lips.
Gently, she reaches out and takes the treats from Oliver, just as he congratulates her. Which ends up being the man's downfall as her mind begins to mull over his words. How could he possibly know? He's saved momentarily by the distraction of the fish as she rushes into the other room, pulling the salmon from the oven only to release a waft of deliciousness through the air. Her own mouth begins to water at all of the smells in the tiny apartment, her stomach very nearly roaring with hunger. Though, she's temporary distracted as his words finally fall into place. It was like a switch had been flipped and though it was rage she projected, the poor girl almost felt... humiliated that he had called someone to get her a promotion. It felt dirty and that she hadn't earned the position for herself! How dare he?! Striding across the room, she's scolding him fiercely, her finger poking into his chest. There's a part of her brain that's surprised the man doesn't back away from her, but instead, looks down his nose as if she were nothing more than an annoying ant.
This only seems to anger her more as she tilts her head back, her eyes blazing as her hand splays across his chest, the woman not realizing where her hand was in that moment. Even when he asks her to stop, she merely plows through and ignores his pleas. When that irritation seems to build him, still she doesn't stop, not realizing she was literally poking the bear, it wasn't some sort of metaphorically saying in her case. When her tirade finally finishes, she glares up at him, her face red now for the exertion and anger she had put forth. His question has her narrowing her chocolate eyes at him, "No... I mean yes," she trips over her words as usual, though this time it doesn't illicit and embarrassed look. Miya had to be honest, she wasn't entirely prepared for his explanation and as quickly as blowing at a candle, the situation had been diffused. Her anger melts away as confusion takes over for a brief moment. Sighing heavily, she breaks his gaze and drops her head, looking at the ground, "I had thought it was strange I hadn't gotten a promotion," she mumbles, "It's because I wouldn't go on a date with him... that's why he was holding a grudge," she sighs as her hand drops from his chest and she takes a step back, her arms wrapping around her waist in an almost insecure way.
"I'm sorry I went psycho on you," she peers up at him, embarrassment coating her words, "I just... I've never asked for anything and have always earned my place in the world. I thought that you pulled strings to get me the job," she admits finally. "I'm very sorry, I feel so ashamed for accusing you of such things," she says, glancing up at him, noting the ruffled hair. Maybe she pushed his buttons a little too much. "Will you please stay for dinner? As a thank you and an apology for my behavior. I'd like to think I didn't think the worst in people always but I'd be lying to you... I'm trying to work on it," she winces before unwrapping her arms from her waist. "Really, please stay for dinner. I promise to behave," she states, her cheeks reddening from another awkward situation she had managed to put them in. Turning around she enters the kitchen once more, retrieving two wine glasses and shuffling through a drawer to find a corkscrew. She's quick in her search and it isn't long before she has the cork out of the bottle and she's pouring the red liquid evenly into both glasses. Grasping the stems, she moves quickly back to Oliver, giving him an apologetic and guilty look as she hands him the glass shyly. "If you can't stay for dinner, maybe just a drink?" She offers him the glass again, "The guy at the store recommended it to me... he said that it went well with fish and that it was a good bottle," she says, glancing at Oliver's shoes again. "I'm not much of a wine connoisseur, I mostly just cook with it."