But who would have thought that Oliver Nelson would actually fulfill her request?
He slightly leaned in, tilting close to her, carefully looking into her eyes. His lips moved as he called out two words: "Sister, Sister?"
Sophia Jackson: "..."
This is killing me!
Turns out a guy calling someone 'sister' could sound so endearing too.
Sophia burst into laughter, but the pain from her shoulder wound quickly curtailed her boisterous laughter.
Oliver licked his lips, "Keep laughing, why did you stop?"
Sophia hissed, "If it weren't for my... " If it weren't for her injuries not yet fully healed, she could have laughed uproariously for three hundred times.
"Weren't for what?" He asked insistently.
Sophia pushed him away, "None of your business."
However...
She readily admitted, "That 'sister' sounds quite nice, so why not call me that from now on?"
"Sure," Oliver agreed very readily.
Sophia thought she had misheard him and looked at him incredulously.
