"Thanks," I said, taking my cup of tea from Jamie, accidentally touching her fingers which caused her to look at me from under her long eyelashes. Her lips pulled up at the corners in acknowledgement as she took a seat opposite of me, sipping her tea. "Earlier, you were saying, your...dad?"
She crossed her legs beneath her. "Damon? Or Smith, which he prefers. Yeah, he lives in Florida with my step-mum, Claire, and half-sister, Savannah. I've been living with them but I've been traveling a lot because of my dancing career. He's been helping me with remembering...things."
That explains the American twang to her London accent.
Funny he didn't mention me.
"He still in the Army? Or working in the FBI?"
"FBI. How did you know?"
I cleared my throat. I didn't know how to make it sound normal. "I uh...know everything about you."
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"Like that scar on your abdomen."
She touched the scar through her blouse with her fingers, looking at me wide-eyed.
"That could be a coincidence."
"You like jellybeans. And you love jelly."
"You like to read. Your favourite subject is Biology."
Jamie's forehead wrinkled.
"Your favourite colour is green. You hate pink."
"Okay, okay. I get it."
I tried to suppress a smile.
"I'm sensing that we were more than friends. Did we..."
"Date? Yeah, we were. Before you left."
"I...left?" she genuinely seemed surprised. "Well, I'm sure I had a good reason."
"Yeah." Probably. Hopefully.
"So, you know everything about me. But I know almost nothing about you. At least I don't remember."
"Would you like to?"
She nodded, smiling.
"Well then, lets start over. It's nice to meet you, miss. I'm Niall Horan." I extended my hand. She looked at it before extending her own and shaking mine.
"It's wonderful to meet you too, Niall. I'm Jamie Smith."