Chapter 9“Why do you hang out with them?” she asked, her lip swollen still, a hint of anger in her voice.
Eirian looked down at the half-empty glass, the reminder of when their milkshake had been something new, something virgin, something exciting, and the obvious evidence that such was no longer the case.
“She was the first person I met when I got here,” they said quietly, not really wanting to be involved in the conversation.
“She’s the first person everyone meets when they get here,” Poppy snapped. “That’s her whole routine. She doesn’t have any real friends except that creepy Alaina girl, so she waits around the dock for her father’s ferry to come back in, and she hassles whoever comes ashore.”
Eirian chanced a glance at her.
“Was she the first person you met?”
Poppy shrugged.
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