To Lift My Sole
“Never settle for less.”
—Jim Newsome
“Anybody ever tell you how much you look like James McAvoy?”
Not this again.
It was the perfect pickup line—if I were that shallow. In fact, the only thing the Scottish actor and I shared was his first name—and an uncanny likeness. However, I was “Jim” not “James,” and my last name was Newsome. My eyes were brown, and he probably wouldn’t be caught dead working as a cashier in a hospital cafeteria, unless it was to research a role. Unlike yours truly.
I ignored the question and rang up the food. “Drink with that?”
“Not today. You didn’t answer me.”
I looked up at the customer. He was handsome, with his black hair and gray eyes and one raised eyebrow, the genetic quirk I’d always wanted. I didn’t remember seeing him in line befor
