when Jay looks up. It’s exactly like it was at Joe Squared, like he has sensed her movement and his eyes instinctively know where to land. It takes him a beat to realize it’s her, though. She can see the confusion in his glinting eyes as he absorbs her makeup, her dress, her shoulders and neck so completely bared. Then recognition sets in. His lips part. He stops swaying to the music. Only his fingers still move, sliding up and down the frets as if attached to someone else entirely. She thinks, weirdly, he might approve of her current look. And she thinks, weirdly, that she’s pleased by it.
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