The only people that Margo had ever eaten with were Noah, Nora, and her father. The purple-haired just could never imagine herself eating meals with people that were not them. Since they were the only people that the purple-haired woman only ate with, she never had to worry about striking up a conversation as it would just flow naturally like how they were always used to. Eating with new people basically meant that Margo had to think hard on how to not make the situation awkward.
Of all people out there, the purple-haired woman just had to sit across the raven-haired woman who shared the same blank facial expression as her at a table in a small Italian restaurant. The clinks of stainless-steel utensils along the faint murmurs of the other diners and the slow instrumental music coming f
