Jamie didn't exactly do early starts. There was a yoga thing, at the Rec Center for the soccer moms and the people who did zen before coffee but he hadn't made a single session. He had the coffee, and the notepad with the stuff in it from listening to Ren talk and he was the odd man out without a high school slogan on anything. He had a white Miami City Ballet shirt over jeans and red sneakers, and he was kind of way out of his depth with the play thing.
He recognized Patrick and Ren from like, reality-memory, and the other guy - Noah, from memories that didn't actually belong to him (which was, for the record, weird) and a bunch of forum posts that did, and he walked holding his to-go cup like the caffeine was a lifeline. He wanted a cigarette, and he had a wicked hangover from an evening out in the Capital, but he smiled as he headed forwards.