[Jamie is new to this lifestyle, enough that a lot of it is novel and that he has happily used it to get girls before. Strangely, he's never really felt that self conscious about his upbringing. He's proud of it. He's a fighter. With Francesca, it's a little different. She's fine in every sense of the word and he finds himself utterly terrified that he'll fail to meet her standards or that they'll just have nothing in common to keep them together.
But there's chemistry, and he believes in chemistry. To the extent that he's charmed by just the question she asks and everything she does.]
If you're doing that, I'm taking this off.
[Jamie hooks his finger into his bowtie to pry it off. The velvet coat follows and he drapes it over a chair.]
How d'you have your coffee?
[He asks, padding toward the kitchen when he does. He leaves it to her to decide if she wants to join him or get comfy.]
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But there's chemistry, and he believes in chemistry. To the extent that he's charmed by just the question she asks and everything she does.]
If you're doing that, I'm taking this off.
[Jamie hooks his finger into his bowtie to pry it off. The velvet coat follows and he drapes it over a chair.]
How d'you have your coffee?
[He asks, padding toward the kitchen when he does. He leaves it to her to decide if she wants to join him or get comfy.]