"Mind if I sit?" I ask Jessie as I choose a chair from across from him. Natasha, who is still standing, pats him on the shoulder and walks to a group of people, playing the hostess. Jessie shakes his head.
"Feel free." He says casually, leaning back. He seems at ease, it's obvious that Natasha forewarned him of our presence. I smile, and glance over at Natasha.
"So, Alisha wasn't your Cinderella after all." I muse out loud, watching Jessie's expression. His eyes travel straight to Natasha, but he just shakes his head.
"You got some things wrong. One, I'm not dating anyone. And two, even though Natasha's family life resembles the Cinderella story, she's nothing like Cinderella. She works her butt off getting herself in a better place, instead of waiting for someone else to save her. Not only that, but Cinderella lied and pretended to be someone else. Natasha is the realist, most honest person I have ever met."
I chuckle. "You're in the entertainment business; of course she would be the most honest person you've met. I was once in that business, it's all smoke and mirrors." He sighs, but nods.
"True. Of course, as a fake physic, you would need a lot of smoke and mirrors. More than I will ever need." He replies back cockily, and obvious ready to battle. I put my hands up in a surrendering motion, before speaking again.
"Do you have feelings for her?" His eyes became downcast unable to meet my gaze. At that moment, I suddenly felt empathetic. I realize that we're in the same boat, in a way. Something in our lives is holding us back from being with someone we want to be with.
"Just one more question, did your dad go to medical school?" I ask. He looks back up at me, with a curious look.
"For a little bit, he dropped out after a few years. Said it wasn't for him." He says. I nod, and glance over at my colleges. I convinced them to stay where they were, that I could get him to talk more. I doubt that's the case, but I couldn't tease him about Natasha if they were over here. I stood up.
"Well, thanks for the chat. We need to run off now, paper work and such. But I see why people are drawn to this group, you guys are truly talented. Make sure you tell that to Natasha too." I begin to walk off, but I say one last thing over my shoulder before I leave.
"Don't let your chance of happiness slip away! Sometimes it's good to react based on feelings." I give a backwards wave before I finally reach my group. I fall into step with Lisbon as we walk back to our cars.
"Had a good chat?" She asks me, curiosity filling her expression. I smile, and look down at her.
"I would say so."