Jeremy thought about his encounters with Violet Hale the following morning at work with an absentminded smile on his face. Seeing that elegant, poised woman he met in the elevator look so frazzled as she rushed into the hospital room in training clothes had been amusing.
She regained her cold and composed air once they were in the car alone after she dropped her father off despite her casual attire. It was rather intriguing how quickly she could go back and forth. Which side was the true Violet?
He still didn't manage to figure it out as they talked over smoothies later in the day. She seemed uncomfortable, as if she didn't know what to say at first. Was she not used to describing herself to others?
As soon as they started talking about college, her composure was back. Though she laughed and smiled occasionally, it was entirely perfunctory and different from the laughter and smile she displayed while talking about her family.
