“Fine,” she crosses her arms and finally locks eyes with me. “I don’t like social situations because I’m self-conscious about what I say and how people perceive me. It never goes well,” she blurts out in one quick breath. “Things are bad enough for me at work. Now I have to go in there and—” she waves her hand toward the house, “get them to like me outside of the office. And I’m not likable, Warren. I know I’m not.”
