eighty-eight

A waiter came over, and asked what Izzy and Emma wanted. Izzy asked for wine, so Emma did too, and then she sat, quietly sipping, while Izzy talked to her friends.

It wasn’t what Emma had expected, and it definitely wasn’t what she would have planned herself, but it wasn’t all bad. Running into Izzy’s friends couldn’t be helped, and Emma didn’t really mind meeting some of the people Izzy knew.

She was just a little shy around people she’d only just met, and also she had been at home on her own a lot recently, too much probably, and wasn’t used to making conversation with strangers.

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