Jamie wasn't ethereal. He ate too many hamburgers for ethereal and his ass was starting to show the effects without a company class and rehearsal every morning. He didn't look ethereal and he didn't feel ethereal and he was oblivious to tugs metaphysical or ...you know, physical. He watched her wipe her hand on her jeans - did you get sweaty, violin playing? She had been dancing, so Jamie thought maybe that would do it.
A split-second and he realized okay, she was getting ready to shake, and Jamie reached over with his own and shook. He had okay hands. They weren't rough, or anything, and the fingers were kind of long but he wasn't elegant about it. He shook and he smiled.
"They call you Sadie, or your name is Sadie? Because I'm James. Folks call me Jamie, but it is actually James. Underneath. I guess it's okay if you call me Jamie. Hi, Sadie, I think you play awesome."