Trisha looked into the man's eyes and felt her heart race, but she tried to keep a straight face like she always did around him.
Previously, when Oliver asked her if she liked Jackson, she had told him that Jackson wasn't her type. But, deep down, there was actually more to her answer that she didn't dare to say.
She wanted to tell him that the type of man she liked was slightly nerdy yet cool, good-looking yet shy, serious about his work yet playful during everyday life, and smart yet modest. A man that believed in justice and would use whatever legally non-violent methods he could to achieve it.
A man...like him...
But, she had already used Jaclyn's case as an excuse to see him again and she had already dragged him across the continent to Germany. Seeing him again was already enough, she didn't want to take things too far and lose this friend forever.
So, Trisha quickly glanced away awkwardly and leaned back down to sit in her chair.
