Genevieve never liked to go out, not to clubs and lounges to meet people, but it’s what her therapist suggested and if she wanted to get better then she’d have to follow direction. Looking around as she cupped the drink in her hand, she felt awkward and out of place. If anything she should go home back to her child, get some ice cream and carry on with her night all by herself. “Check please?” She tried and that was more than enough. As she waited for her check, Gen felt someone new sit beside her and she shied away from them before smiling. “Slow night, huh?”










