This was Iris' first time in a bar. Naomi looked at her like she'd just heard something unbelievable. "Iris! You're 22 years old!"
"I don't have many friends. Going to a bar alone is pretty weird, isn't it?" Iris shrugged. What she didn't say was that she was afraid of running into her mom in places like these.
Naomi grabbed her arm. "Well, now you have me!"
Iris felt her heart flutter with the music in the bar.
'Is this what having a friend feels like?' Her foster care life had been so unstable, always changing schools. As a transfer student, she was often ostracized, and she never bothered wasting time trying to fit in.
So, this was almost the first time someone told Iris, "I'm your friend."
They ordered some sweet drinks and chatted while waiting for the singer to perform.
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