Emma sits at the bar, cradling a shot of some strong beverage sheâs yet to get the courage to sip. Dark eyes sweep through the bar where thereâs defintely less couch and cat and tea than she appreciates. The chatter floats all around and anxiety suddenly comes crashing the fuck down. Yup. Wrong move. Totally a bad idea.
âIâm so sorry,â she turns to face her company âThis is really not my scene. It was a bad idea to come, I- here, you can have my shotâ





















