Hannah smirked at Jayme's question. She wasn't surprised that that was the first thing he had asked. If anything, it was a confirmation that it was, in fact, him sitting in that Westwood suit. She walked casually over and pulled out a chair next to him, sitting down and crossing her legs, leaning towards him in a friendly way.
'Hail is back down South. I'm up here on a business trip,' she lied, 'and she needed to stay down to finish school. She's also going to Summer Camp, and she's quite excited. I'm up here by myself.' She looked him up and down and loved what she saw. Jayme was no longer the college guy she once knew. What she saw now -- was that a Rolex? -- was gorgeous... and she hated to say it, but it made her remember her days with him. She swallowed, pushing the memories down, and smiled generously.
'So how are you doing?' Hannah gave a pretty laugh, 'I see you've definitely gotten along quite well with your music!' It was amazing she remembered that -- she tried to push him out of her thoughts when she left him.