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Vintage Silver Lake. Duneland's "The Hook" & Valley Truck Parts "Grey Ghost".

James Potter clearly wanted more than she did; he wanted sex, but he wanted affection, intimacy, time together. Why he wanted those things was beyond her; they barely knew each other, but he did.  If he believed she was playing, she could play. She’d be clear about her intentions, and if James believed that was a part of the game, not the truth, that was on him.  “You have a point. His delusional confidence will probably convince him I secretly love him, and I’ll barely have to say a word, just spend a bit of time with him," Lily said. “That’s a great plan,” Marlene said dryly. “You have such a healthy relationship to intimacy.” 

“Should I seat them now?” “Who?” Emmaline pointed to the door where four men watched the women go about their work. “How long have they been standing there.” “A few minutes.” “You didn’t say anything.” Lily’s tone was clipped, but polite. “I thought you noticed.” “I—just say something next time, okay?” Lily kept a smile on her face. “So should I seat them?” “No, I’ll do it. Follow me.” Lily led them back to the front of the restaurant and got a clear view of the men. “Wow,” Emmaline murmured. Lily internally concurred. Four men were standing by the hostess stand, but Lily’s eyes locked on just one. He was tall with a mop of curly brown hair and warm tan skin (she’d seen a million men like that before). Handsome in a simple, obvious way, with blunt features and broad shoulders, the most remarkable thing about him was his smile. He met her eyes. Lily’s stomach flipped upside down and stayed that way.

Lily looked up and saw two men she remembered far too well. Her stomach flipped. James Potter winked at her. Sirius smiled, much more respectfully. She snapped her mouth shut before she could stammer out a greeting, and transformed her expression to pleasant indifference. James wore a dark red HogwartsU hoodie and cut-off jean shorts. The skin above his right inner knee, slightly paler than his calves, was spotted in scars, tight raised skin and purplish indents. Lily forced herself to take a steady breath. “They came in my first day, I think,” Emmaline said. “I think you’re right,” Lily said.

Lily Evans knows her roles in life. She is a responsible daughter for her sick single father and the best waitress at an overpriced restaurant. She isn't looking for a solution because she doesn't see a problem; Lily only needs a way to let off steam. James Potter knows his roles in life. He is the fixer of his friends & family and an unapologetic golden boy at HogwartsU. He's looking to be the solution, whatever that looks like.

@crimsonlovebartylus i wrote 1500 words today r u happy