Re: Selina C/Jack P: the (bad) diner
She chuckled. "I tell all my own stories. Can't you tell?" Every story she had, it was for show. And the ones that weren't? Well, they didn't exist, did they? Her grin stayed where it was, as if people talking to her while she ate toast and had coffee? Was an everyday occurrence. Truth was, her life in Jersey had been surrounded by people. Most of them worked for her, worked with her. Family, capital F, and strangers talking to her? It was all part of a very long life, and one lived as much in shadows as in spotlight.
"You have to make up your mind. Are you here for gossip or news, because you seem to hate both, and again, I suggest a new profession." But his reading of her? It made her chuckle, entertained, like she loved the spotlight, and like the spotlight loved her. "Alright. I left my heart behind in Los Angeles, and I'm waiting for some man to bring it back to me. You have me all figured out."
It made her think of Sasha. Of her sister's insistence that the deal with Reece was something more than a deal. And, honestly? Cat wanted to stay as far away from romance as she could manage. She was happy here, and she didn't want that muddied. She hadn't expected to like this life, but she did, and it was the lack of heartbreak that she loved best.
And, oddly enough, she didn't miss it. Love, and she had no interest.
"That's me. Generous." She took another bite of her own toast, and she smiled as the cook slid a fresh plate of toast, fresh coffee too, along the counter.