Stiff Spontaneity | RP w/ Olivia
“Oh, because low profile girls are so interesting,” she said sarcastically, managing a laugh. She walked back to where he was when she had fully inspected the whole of the kitchen, still somehow amazed at how she came to be here. “Well, I hope you find low profile girl soon,” she said in a more serious note, smiling up at him as she leaned on the table across the counter.
She watched him work, wondering how someone of a high profile could seem so normal in front of her. He didn’t really feel any different from all the other people she had met before. Maybe he had a little more talents than the few, but he still peeled the head of a lettuce the same way.
“How was life on the big stage?” she asked curiously, having known no other life other than the one she had. “Is it all that it presents itself to be, just like in the media?” She cocked her head to the side, waiting for him to answer.
He looked up at her through his shag of hair as she spoke, eyebrows raised as if expectant. James enjoyed conversation, and though this partly felt like an interview, he was enjoying himself. For a moment, he set the lettuce down as he contemplated his answer.
"For awhile. . . it were like my life was on stage," he explained slowly. Had to be careful not to sound like a twat. "The media sends out a lot of bull shit, but I went along with it. S'part of the industry, see?"
James let out a boyish laugh. "I were young when I started--didn't know any better." He didn't want to be faulted for his lack of a brain, even though he knew that it was his fault. That was a past life for him, and one he couldn't seem to reconcile. "But here I am now."
His arms were eagle spread, gesturing James' presence. He left her with another grin before his last round to the refrigerator for condiments. Ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise--he took them all out so she could pick.
When he set them down, he leaned on on his elbows. "The way I tell it isn't much interesting," he said with a humbling chuckle. "Sorry 'bout that."
