Olaf. She doesn't repeat the name aloud, but she commits it to memory, continuing her study of the people she's met here.
"I am," she says easily, appearing to pay almost no credence to the second part of his sentence. The direct flattery doesn't seem to be amiss in the hotel, as if it's something that's changed over time -- which is probably true. It reminds her, in a distant sort of way, of Ethan. Perhaps it's the brashness, which seems to smack of her American companion.
She doesn't entirely mind it. It's a pretense, after all. She's accustomed to things that hide behind shades and masks, and this flirtation is just that.
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"I am," she says easily, appearing to pay almost no credence to the second part of his sentence. The direct flattery doesn't seem to be amiss in the hotel, as if it's something that's changed over time -- which is probably true. It reminds her, in a distant sort of way, of Ethan. Perhaps it's the brashness, which seems to smack of her American companion.
She doesn't entirely mind it. It's a pretense, after all. She's accustomed to things that hide behind shades and masks, and this flirtation is just that.