Salt and Mangoes
Lana had blue eyes. Light blue, the type that looked like water in the sun. This is what James liked about her, he remembered now.
He had opened the flyscreen to her standing there, like a cardboard cut out, looking him over.
‘Well,’ she said. ‘Miss me much?’
She drew breath through her teeth and smiled.
She had changed. Her face was taut and angular, the features oversized; lashes thick, eyes wide set, lips greasy, hair too blonde and straight. And she wore a dress─ she never wore a dress─ black stretch cotton, straight past the knees and clenched in at the waist. Bought from one of those cheap imitation shops, James thought.

The Language of the Law-
A Communication Student’s Impression of Law School

Here is the scene:

A group of first-year law students sit on the second floor of GP and wait to be taught how to communicate properly whilst practising law. We are a varied bunch; a few dazed eighteen-year-olds fresh from highschool and still wondering what a ‘newcat’ is and where they can purchase one, a few mature-age students eager to learn the intricacies of the online phenomenon that is ‘blackboard’ and a few jaded post-grads and change-over students who, like myself, try to master the inward eye roll to demonstrate their superiority. We sit in a neat ‘u’ shape and stare each other down like insecure playground bullies.