As nine o’clock creeps closer and closer, Nadine feels her nerves creep higher and higher. She wants to eat or drink more -- even though she’s far from hungry. Nor does she have the desire to get drunk, and that’s all drinking at this stage would get her. So instead, she starts looking for the few people she hasn’t already spoken with. There’s a handsome fellow her catches her eye. She’s seen him around campus and at parties, but they’ve never really talked all that much. Seems like a better time than never, so Nadine approaches with a smile on her face.
“Hello, I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting. I’m Nadine.” She holds out her hand, assuming he’ll take it.
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