Of course it didn't bother James! How many times had this kind of thing happened to her? How many ex-flames, boyfriends, and one night stands had she run into while living in Bellum? A little inner city club hook-up, one fueled by vodka citron and mindnumbing bass, wasn't about to ruffle her feathers. Never.
"Sure," the word was soft and echoed the same tone of the breathy secrets they'd shared on that dance floor. She took the pen from Hannah, and didn't even glance up when their fingers slid across one another's.
Examining the form, she brought it across one svelte knee as she filled out the necessary areas. Silence befell them for a steady moment before she spoke up, without raising her eyes from the form, "You know Lotte pretty well?"