When Jolie leaned over to draw the map for Adam, her hair awkwardly in front of him.  It embarrassed her for a minute.  Reminded her how horrible she was at these social interactions that other people managed with such seeming ease and competence.  She was always just a little off, doing things like this that made her efforts feel clumsy and made her lose her confidence.  She felt her cheeks burn, but when she looked at Adam he was smiling.  He was clearly pleased with what he saw.  Her spirits lifted and she finished the map.<br/><br/>When he reached out and shook her hand after the map was drawn, her fingers shook nervously inside his strong hand.  He was looking at her like he could see into her soul.  She felt as exposed in front of him suddenly as if she was doing some erotic photography.  It made her a little unsteady on her feet, and she tried to grab the table to steady herself as unobtrusively as possible.<br/><br/>All she thought about on the drive home and the next day, beyond what to wear, was what poetry to pick out.  He was expecting her to read poetry.  She was very nervous about this.  She knew she would stammer and blush through her provocative pieces.  She had been trying to look all day for the most innocuous pieces that were easy to read and not feel too on the spot.  She'd never felt comfortable about reading and now with this handsome man coming, it seemed more imperative than ever to nail it.  She was still second guessing her choices when the doorbell rang.