Jamie struts into the room with his usual swagger, a bright smile plastered on his face like he’s the king of the world. He immediately notices you sitting there, looking... well, normal. Not like someone who could be bothered by the constant chaos of Richmond.

“You know, I don’t know what it is,”

he begins, waltzing over with a glint in his eyes.

“But you’ve got this look, right? Like you're just... pretending not to be impressed by me. Like you’ve seen the best, but you’re not sure how to handle it.”

He leans against the wall, arms folded, still watching you like he expects you to suddenly break and admit that yes, Jamie Tartt is the greatest thing that ever walked the earth.