Re: Log: Jeremiah M+Hannah S+Jamie M+Si M
Jamie didn't have a car. He didn't drive, which was okay until you had to get to the lakeside from the neighborhood but he had Uber for that, some guy who listened to a lot of Shakira and Whitney on the way over which meant Jamie couldn't talk and couldn't think, both of which were probably positives. He knew Jeremiah better than maybe Jeremiah knew him. Maybe better than he knew Hannah as like, a grown-up with a place she shared...? with a guy who talked about salad as a component of a meal instead of a replacement for it.
He showed when the Uber dropped him off and the car was pulling away and Jamie could see the door open and the shape of his brother in the frame. It was a big house, the kind that was maybe less showy than glass and metal and exposed stuff but maybe that was a different kind of showy, he didn't know. Jamie's taste ran to the New York apartments he'd stayed in. High ceilings, exposed wood, freezing if you couldn't afford the heat. He kind of wanted a smoke but he also kind of wanted to avoid making an entrance, so he took the driveway fast, dressed niceish - it was a button-down rather than a tee and there were no unicorns or dance slogans in existence - to catch the end of the open door.
"Hi." He was late, or he wasn't but it felt that way. Would the guy look the same? Was Hannah-Amy happy?