GINGER
She walked off, joining the line for the bathroom down the hall. I was about to take a seat when Grace appeared beside me.
“Hey, can I get you something else to drink?” she asked.
“Oh no, I’m good. This is probably my last one,” I replied.
“How’s your friend?”
“She’s fine. She just went to the bathroom.”
“You’re not leaving, are you? We just got here!”
“No, no, she wants to stay,” I assured her. “I can introduce you when she gets back.”
A man approached us and stood next to Grace. I struggled to remember his name. Bill? Brian? Ben? Something with a B.
“Hey, do you wanna?” he asked, tapping his right nostril meaningfully.
“Gigi, have you tried it before?” Grace placed her hand on my arm in a friendly gesture.
I shook my head.
“Oh, you have to. It’s amazing—it makes you fe
