She laughed. She ordered the old-fashioned.
One night, he was at an upscale lounge, standing alone near the bar, not leaning on it. A woman in a red dress caught his eye. Old Jason would have looked away. New Jason held her gaze for a beat, then gave a slow, almost imperceptible nod. She walked over to him .
Jason stopped talking. He just looked at Mark with a calm, flat expression. The table went quiet. Mark stammered, “Sorry, go on.”
For the first time in his life, Jason turned off the self-help. He didn’t need the next chapter. He was already writing it.