It's a question I asked you. [Jamie says blithely. He didn't actually care about the answer, but her attitude about it makes him double-down. He takes a long sip of his coffee, while also drinking her in. Like he knows something she doesn't.]
I didn't think rich girls knew how to have a proper party. [He raises his mug at her.]
[ She doesn't know if he intends that as a compliment. She assumes it to be the backhanded compliment it sounds like, which predictably makes her prickle.
It's her home, it's the holiday, and now she's forced to endure being insulted?
In the process of finding something to help with her headache, she's turned away. So he can't see the sour look that crosses her features. She rearranges it into something perfectly friendly when she rounds back. Too friendly. ]
Thank you. I'll be honest, I wasn't aware you were a fan of the ballet. [ She tilts her head at him, brow furrowed, as if genuinely curious. ] How many times have you attended the concert? Swan Lake? Do you have a favorite act? Or ... perhaps you're more familiar with the Nutcracker?
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I didn't think rich girls knew how to have a proper party. [He raises his mug at her.]
Colour me impressed.
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It's her home, it's the holiday, and now she's forced to endure being insulted?
In the process of finding something to help with her headache, she's turned away. So he can't see the sour look that crosses her features. She rearranges it into something perfectly friendly when she rounds back. Too friendly. ]
Thank you. I'll be honest, I wasn't aware you were a fan of the ballet. [ She tilts her head at him, brow furrowed, as if genuinely curious. ] How many times have you attended the concert? Swan Lake? Do you have a favorite act? Or ... perhaps you're more familiar with the Nutcracker?