drdimitripetrescu:
“Oh I would be more than happy to introduce you to my friends. They’re quite an outgoing bunch of people. But first, let’s get you that drink… what’s your poison?” Dimitri asked the other as he led her towards the bar. “I take it you haven’t been around the city all that much?” He noted upon hearing the other’s words, which caused him to chuckle softly. He was not one to judge. “I wouldn’t blame you though. Chicago’s a pretty big city.” He admitted with a shrug before he laughed softly at her question. “Honestly, I didn’t meet any of these people overnight or anything like that. Most of these people are friends from work. I’ve been working at the hospital for eleven years now so… that’s where I met most of my friends. But the others… I guess, I’m just a social butterfly. I go about pretty much everywhere and end up making friends… kind of like how I met you, you know?”
“Is it bad that I don’t even know what to get? I’m more of a beer girl than anything else. But this doesn’t feel like the kind of event for IPAs and lagers,” she laughed. “Not really. I’ve been so busy with work and trying to get enough money to pay rent -- I know I probably should’ve tried to meet people or whatever, but... it’s tough, you know?” She wasn’t exactly the best at reaching out, and being around a bunch of strangers sounded more like a nightmare than a fun weeknight out. “Maybe I need a job where I’m not standing behind a register all day,” she offered. “That’s fair. I don’t know. I think about going out to bars by myself and everything and just... it’s a lot. Do you just... not get anxious going places by yourself?”











