Carrie-Ann sat in the corner of the couch. This party sucked. Most parties Drew took her to sucked. He was some gregarious extrovert who knew everyone. And he worked with a younger group of people, so the parties were not with people her age with similar interests.
She didn’t have to like or get along with a person to find common ground in talking about the latest block-buster movies or hot new TV shows. Instead, she was quiet, never quite charming enough to get people to talk to her.
“You okay?”
She looked up to see a wild-looking younger man standing above her.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She shifted her attention back to the crowd of the party, looking to see who Drew was talking to this time. Drew always found someone to talk to. She frequently lost track of him, but he really seemed to
