“This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have come.” “Fuck them.” “You already did,” she snaps. The fight in her dies a little as the people around us look our way. An embarrassed flush tints her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t prepared to run into them. What can I do? Do you want to go somewhere else?” “I should have known they’d be here.” She won’t meet my gaze as she speaks. “This is not my scene anymore. I don’t belong here. I’ll see you later.”
