Her fingernails drummed along the table which was thankfully not sticky at all.

Her head was leaning to the side as she stared at the wall on right, looking at the pictures and other items that were decorating the area. It hadn't changed much but since it had been so long, it all seemed new in her eyes. Her bushy short hair was no longer untamed. Instead, she had long blond hair and her novelty glasses were gone now, no longer needing to look smart or funny in the eyes of people who didn't know her or just saw her in the Tube briefly. Sasha heard a small noise and turned to see not a kid but an actual grown up man in front of her. Her heart stopped and her face lit up.

"James!" She exclaimed and looked at him, up and down a few times before her face settled on his own. She got up and threw her arms around him, bringing him into a large embrace. "My god, it's been far too long!" Her accent hadn't gone away even with her time overseas. She then pulled back, having smelled the light aroma of smoke. Even with the advances in smoking tools and health, it was still bad, even with the back and forth people were having these days. It was a topic that was always popular as most people either hated it or loved it. Sasha happened to hate it. She wished she enjoyed it, oddly enough. 

During hard days, she wished she'd be able to light up a fag and unwind but the smell was revolting and the money wasted was just pointless in her mind. Even so, she sometimes envied those could smoke, but even then, she was still against such a horrid habit. "Look at yourself, you've changed." She gushed and motioned for him to sit down across from her. Once he did, he then asked about her job. Usually James would beat around the bush and not know what to say. Those awkward silences were so cute but now it seemed that James was no longer the shy boy from high school who had a heart of gold.

Now he was older and slightly wiser.

Except for being a smoker.

"Well I have two now actually." She told him and slid the basket of chips closer to him so he could have some if he wished. "You know me, I'm never really happy doing just one thing, I have to do two or ten or twenty." She laughed softly. Being busy was great, it made life seem more vivid and enriched. But when she did take a day for herself, she did like to unwind with a book and some pastries. "I am doing some tutoring for some posh kids in London, it's ultra mental but if it lets me have some extra quid for shopping, why not? And then I'm doing editing at Oxford which is just so intimidating but also a real honor so I'm stuck feeling amazing and then wanting to hide in a broom cupboard." She glanced down at her drink, realizing she had been babbling.

"Sorry sorry." She brushed her hair back behind her ear and took a drink of beer before licking her lips.

"I'm really sorry to hear about Matt." She knew she should have sent a card or even visited for christ sake but school was busy and back then, she didn't have too much saved up for emergency funds. And all the other bits about James were hard to pull together. Though this wasn't how she wanted to kick things off, with her bringing up such a horrible tragedy. "Um...But...how are doing?" It was hard to ask what he had been up to when, to her knowledge, he hadn't done much traveling, which was a shame. 

Didn't James know other places existed outside of the UK?

It would have been so fun to take a trip somewhere together and make him see other wonders of the world.

An old song started playing, one rather old and it took her a few moments before she realized it was their song, the one they had danced to back when they were just starting out in high school, when they first kissed. "This song...it's...our's innit?" She asked him and gestured to the ceiling, though the speakers were further down the pub."That's pretty funny." What were the odds of hearing such a song in such a place, at such a time like this? Sasha sighed heavily and looked him over again, trying to relive the past four or five years in her head, as if she hadn't left, as if she had stayed and fought harder instead of acting like a selfish brat.

She then began to wonder if it would be okay to pay Matt a visit, wherever he was buried. She would love to see him and finally give some support to James, even if it was very late. "I hear you're helping with your father That's really great of you." She mentioned. She wondered if it made him happy or if he also found another area for him to finally feel comfortable as himself. Sasha glanced over at one of the tvs in the corner and saw a rerun of Top Gear, it felt good to be home. It truly did. "I know this might be forward of me," Then again, knowing her, being forward was to be expected. "are you seeing anyone?" She wasn't sure why she needed to blurt out such an inquiry but she did.

And, well she wanted to know.

"I just don't want someone knocking my head in if I want to keep you out late!" She joked.