She smirked from around her straw, a little surprised that he'd deflected the Gerard Butler comment without a hint of offense. James visibly relaxed in her chair, settling in with a roll of her shoulders and a subtle slouch.
Her attention strayed out the window for a moment, but James knew that there was no real point in bullshitting about the weather or the traffic. Might as well get to the point. She settled the direct, celestial pinpoint of her focus on him when she asked, "So you're friends with Lotte?"