"She works at this bakery in town, Snow White Sweets. Maybe you should check it out sometime." Quentin would give her directions, but to be fair, she'd be better off getting them off of Mapquest or Google Maps. Quentin and directions were not on speaking terms, and he couldn't navigate his way out of a cardboard box. It was nice, though, to see Renee take a passing interest in Calista, even if he wondered if it was genuine or not. So far, it seemed like it was.
If Renee wasn't going to comment on the look that crossed his face, then he wasn't going to say anything about hers, either. If there was something the James family was good at, it was sweeping problems under the rug until they absolutely had to be dealt with. What happened that night at the lake - as well as anything else he'd seen in his paintings - was not up for discussion. End of story. "Yeah." Really, it was something Quentin did not want to talk about.
"Seriously, it's almost like it's trying to get our attention or something." Quentin made a face, making that shooing motion again. "Come on, get out of here!"
Hey asshole, you mind opening the window? It's not like I want to stay perched out here all day. Quentin froze, because that was definitely a voice in his head. And in case you didn't notice, no, I'm not fuckin' leaving either.
He glanced over at Renee. "...Please tell me you heard that." His family already thought he was crazy, so they might as well add one more checkmark in the column, but still. What the fuck?