"Um..." James never expects her to take seat directly beside him because that's different. But he tries his best to remain present a collected demeanoe that he isn't freaking out just a bit. He wonders if this isn't some weird twilight universe or something. It all seems so easy. "It was nothing," he says, shifting in his seat so he can reach. He serves her then himself on the salad.
In a way though, he appreciates her directness. He doesn't like guessing. He likes facts, honesty, evidence he can see with his own two eyes, and she is very intentional in her own interest. Which makes him comfortable. That he is receiving signals because she is purposefully giving them.
He uses his hands to break the lobster's shell. "We agree no forks," he says, smiling, as he pops the shred of lobster meat into his mouth.
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Date: 2014-06-09 02:22 pm (UTC)In a way though, he appreciates her directness. He doesn't like guessing. He likes facts, honesty, evidence he can see with his own two eyes, and she is very intentional in her own interest. Which makes him comfortable. That he is receiving signals because she is purposefully giving them.
He uses his hands to break the lobster's shell. "We agree no forks," he says, smiling, as he pops the shred of lobster meat into his mouth.