Hannah and Jefferson | Lounge Area | Around 9
As he settled beside her, she had to take a silent breath to keep her wits about her. He was so close, closer than he had been in years, and it was like he'd brushed against her even though he was barely a hair's breath away. The urge to lean into him was so strong, but Hannah was an adult. She wasn't that enamored teenager who couldn't control herself anymore.
More importantly, he wasn't hers to lean against.
At the mention of the storm, however, she nearly choked. She still hadn't managed to tell Jefferson about Jamie. Granted, he hadn't asked, and she was actually surprised he hadn't figured it out on his own. Taking an enthusiastic sip of her beer to gather her thoughts better, she managed a smile. "No, we didn't really, did we?" She could remember that day very vividly. The way he and Jamie had been together had made her heart swell as much as she felt like it would break. She'd wanted to tell him then, but hadn't had the courage. "Although you did seem a little preoccupied," she teased, the drunkeness allowing her to tease about how he'd all but ignored her for Jamie. Hannah even felt so bold as to bump his shoulder playfully.
Of course his question would be about school, though she'd be lying if she'd said she wasn't disappointed he didn't want to know more about her. "Education, specifically Literature." Hannah had always wanted to be a teacher, so she'd gotten her degree in education, then the master's in post-secondary that was required. Which included literature for her desired class. "You said you were interning at a law firm, right? Have you taken the bar yet?" Oh yeah, they were killing this flirting thing.