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[hebeimmortalized]

Jillie fiddles with her phone, tempted to text Paul. She's been tempted to text Paul since all but ditching him in that little cafe. She'd panicked. She couldn't help it, at the time. He'd admitted to losing someone and all she could think was what she'd done to herself. The scars on her arms. The scar on her neck.

She's not good for him, not as a friend and not as anything more than that.

So she'd panicked. Distanced herself a little it, and had felt like it was the right move when he'd done it right back.

But she misses talking to him. And looking at him. And listening to his voice.

God, she's pathetic.

She stares down at her phone and types out half a message before deleting it. Then she starts a different message. She deletes that, too. Then she shakes her head and finally types, How'd the job hunt go? Tell me over coffee? and sends it before she can change her mind.

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[arrowofthegod]

"I'm not sure how I feel about that," he says, but he's smiling, teasing. "It feels unchivalrous or something."

[hebeimmortalized]

She rolls her eyes, but she's smiling, too. "Welcome to the contemporary woman. We're laden with mental health problems and we want to pay for our own coffee."

[arrowofthegod]

"You remind me of my friend Jennifer," he says, laughing a little at her. "Very modern, very unimpressed by men and their ridiculousness."

[hebeimmortalized]

"Sounds like she and I would get along," she quips. "And, I don't know. Some men can be impressive. That shot you made at the festival was impressive." She glances over at him and winks.

[arrowofthegod]

"Basketball was always one of my only marketable skills," he says, nodding and steering her towards the coffee shop that he has in mind. "And maybe I was showing off. A little."

[hebeimmortalized]

"I don't believe that for a second," she argues, though she doesn't specify which of his statements she doesn't believe.

[arrowofthegod]

"You're right," says Paul, but only so that he can open the door for her. "It was more than a little."

[hebeimmortalized]

She grins. "Okay, Hotshot," she says. "Truth time: when you missed, was that on purpose, or did your showing off bite you in the ass?"

[arrowofthegod]

Paul considers the answer for a moment, turning it over in his head.

"I'm not quite sure what the right answer is," he admits, smiling a little. "But I missed it. Genuinely. Overshot."

[hebeimmortalized]

She laughs. "So it totally bit you in the ass," she confirms. "Good job, Tiger." It feels good to be around him; she's glad he'd answered so quickly.

[arrowofthegod]

"Tiger?" says Paul, eyebrows raised, as he chooses a table and pulls a chair out for her. "You know, I'm not sure I like that."

[hebeimmortalized]

She looks at him as she sits, adjusts her seat slightly. "No?" she says. "Then I won't use it anymore." It's not the first time she has, and she's surprised that he's said anything about it after this long. But maybe he's just taken time to think about it.

[arrowofthegod]

He's quickly learning to be cautious of how literally Jillie's mind works.

"I was teasing," he says. "Sometimes I'm too serious for my own good. Often, actually."

[hebeimmortalized]

She narrows her eyes at him, but smiles. "I've noticed," she admits. She sheds her coat so she can settle a little more comfortably in the seat. The shirt she's wearing today has a sort of peekaboo neckline that shows off her cleavage.

[arrowofthegod]

"I'm better than i used to be," he says, glancing down before he focuses on her face again. "I'm trying, at least."

[hebeimmortalized]

She's so tempted to assure him that he can look at her tits, so much that she has to literally bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself. She's slowly understanding that Paul isn't that kind of guy. And that's okay.

"You're allowed to be serious," she assures instead. "As long as you have fun every now and then. 'All work and no play,' right?"

[arrowofthegod]

"That is what they say," he says, reaching for a menu. "You do seem to make it easier."

[hebeimmortalized]

"I do?" she asks, a little surprised. Then she blushes faintly and looks down at her own menu. "That . . . is good to know, I think."

[arrowofthegod]

"Being around you is easy," he says and be can't help but notice how beautiful her blush is, how much it suits her. "I appreciate that."

[hebeimmortalized]

". . . Literally no one has ever said that about me," she admits. Her voice is softer this time, quieter and almost shyer. It's only ever been hard to be around Jillian Vincent. She's too athletic, too popular, too much of a bitch, too crazy, too schizo. The reasons changed as often as the seasons but one thing stayed the same: she was a hard person to be around. For anyone to say otherwise is a big deal, but for Paul especially to say so has her feeling warm.

[arrowofthegod]

"People used to be the same about me," he says, with a tight little smile. "So maybe it just takes one to know one."

[hebeimmortalized]

"Maybe," she murmurs. She looks up at him, briefly, then back down at her fingers where they fiddle with her menu. "Anyway, um. I think I'll do something hazelnutty."

[arrowofthegod]

"Hazelnutty," he echoes, nodding as he looks over the menu. "I'm not used to all of these choices. Mostly, when I'm from, it's just "coffee"." He sighs. "How old did i just make myself sound?"

[hebeimmortalized]

She grins. "Barely old," she assures. Then she amends, "A little old, but, maybe you're just from an old-fashioned town, where all coffee is one flavor and you can still get it at a gas station and it won't be burnt to shit."

[arrowofthegod]

"Sounds exactly like Toronto," he says, and he actually laughs. He's sure that he hasn't laughed this much in years.