'It was a different species. The way she moved, the jerky way she took off her coat, the half-flung elbow near straight into the maitre d's face without a moment of self-awareness. Julia sat at the table with one arm resting on the back of the chair, half leaning to the side, unable to look away. Everything took so much more effort. Everything was full of overcharged energy. By the time Rachel made her way over to lean down and kiss Julia hello, Julia expected her to be out of breath...'