Seventy Five

 Finding again waiting by his car with a Starbucks coffee for her the next morning, Sansa thought he looked a lot calmer. She, by contrast, wasn't so calm. "You know, you and Tunde are unbelievably alike. Neither of you can take a hint, and neither of you pay any attention to what other people want." She still snatched one of the coffee cups, though.

 As always, James and his wolf were amused by the snippy side of her nature. "Such charming manners." When he tucked a stray curl behind her ear, she predictably slapped his hand away.

 Sansa went to take a sip of the coffee but then stopped. "Wait, this isn't the one you've been drinking out of, is it?"

 "You ask that like I have an infectious disease or something."

 She shrugged. "I just don't like sharing straws or glasses or cups with other people."

 "Really?"

 "It's one of my quirks."

 He raised a brow. "You have others?"