[ Robert's confident in ways that she's never seen in a man - not even in Hollywood. He doesn't just take what he wants... he grabs it by the throat.

Cooper's genuine gratitude for her sincere compliment is so endearing. He seems genuinely touched that she has been inspired by him in any capacity. The way he addresses her makes her blush, and she hides her face behind her hair. Veronica's smile shines so brightly, even obstructed beneath her dark hair.]

Please, call me Veronica.

[ She makes eye contact with Cooper again - emerald eyes sparkling with desire. Of course she feels guilty being so instantly enamored with him, but she can't help herself. There's no one else in the world she's wanted more than Cooper Howard for as long as she can remember.

Robert's words are just as flattering, and a man of his caliber speaking so highly of her and her beauty means more than she can express. ]

Now, gentleman... you best stop these compliments to me if I'm to stay modest.

[ She tucks her hair behind her ear while uncrossing and her legs and leaning forward across the table to clink her glass as well. The table hits just above her waist, and her breasts rest on the table just so.

Robert's permission lights a fire inside her and her eyes grow wide. She clears her throat and takes a long swig of her cocktail, trying to hide her expression from Cooper. Once she swallow, she turns to Robert and whispers...]

I'm happy to oblige, but I'm not sure our guest would be... I'm not sure I'm his type...

[ What she wants to say is that she doesn't think he's attractive enough or pretty enough for a Hollywood legend like him - and that she heard that from her mother almost every day of her life. Powerful men seem to find her beautiful, but he seems different than most. Plus, who knows what he's been going through lately. ]