Talking to strangers was downright palatable if it meant she could quit her soul-sucking corporate job, as an administrative assistant. Her hand tightened around the stem of her wine glass. A well-dressed couple, Tanya vaguely recognized from a reality TV show were staring at her photographs. The woman played with the edge of her leopard-print jacket while the man kept fiddling with his phone.
"It is all so unoriginal and ordinary." The woman sniffed loudly. "Rudolph will have a good laugh over Chloe's descent from good taste. What's with all the..." The woman pointed at Tanya's closest photograph, a high contrast image of the bolts on the trashcan at dusk.
Tanya fought to keep a blush from creeping up her face. The man looked up from his phone. "What is that, sweety-pie?"
"The title
