At that moment, upon hearing what Cora just said, Oliver couldn't help but laugh—not mockingly, but more like someone caught off guard by an unexpected question. It came out light and short, followed by a shake of the head. "Wait, what? Cora, what are you even saying right now?" He looked at her with a half-smile and furrowed brows, amused and confused all at once. "You're asking if I feel anything for Malisa? Like, Malisa Malisa?"
Cora raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms, clearly not buying his reaction just yet.
Oliver chuckled again, rubbing the back of his neck. "Come on, Cora. Why would I? I barely know her. I've only seen her three times, and it's not like we've had any deep conversations or anything. So no, I don't feel anything for her. That's just not true."
