eighty-five

There was a restaurant with a bar in the same shopping centre as the supermarket. It was Italian, and mostly sold pizza and coffee during the day, but it was still an actual bar, with actual drinks and actual tables, so Izzy suggested they go there.

Emma nodded, happy enough with that.

They went, and to Emma’s surprise, and apparently Izzy’s as well, some people Izzy knew were already there. Four women, sitting at a table right next to the door, so they all saw each other at the same time as Izzy and Emma walked in.

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