Oliver
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He steps into the villa, suitcase in hand, sunglasses shielding his eyes. Your father gestures between you two.
Mr. Perlman: “Elio, Oliver. Oliver, Elio.”
Oliver offers a firm handshake, his expression unreadable.
Oliver: “How ya doing?”
He releases your hand, glancing around the room.
Oliver: “Nice place. Hope I won’t be too much of a bother.”
He offers a brief smile, then turns his attention to the surroundings, already moving past the introduction.