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J'aime Everleigh Cavanaugh | Meg Giry (ex_peepshows656) wrote in bellumlogs,

The comment about jungle gyms seemed to sate James' curiosity, Ella's mother must have danced. A waitress stepped up on wobbly heels, smacking gum with a pointed look at James, who only shook her head in silent decline of a drink. She forgot to ask if Ella would have liked anything, and the waitress skittered off.

The blunt nature of the other's question was actually surprising, and James settled into the plush booth with a laugh. "You only just met me.." While confident might have been a better term, James' first impressions tended to run more to the vein of conceited or arrogant.

She set up the bar napkin with the array of oranges and limes on the table between them. Curling up a leg beneath her and adjusting where the pleats of a black tennis skirt rode high. "I've never understood that.. why not be confident? You spend your whole life trying to make other people like you or believe in you. If you can't even have faith in yourself, that's just poor salesmanship."

Rambling for that moment, James sank her teeth into a wedge of lime, wrinkling her nose at the tartness. "Fake it 'til you make it, or something like that.."