ObscureInsanity
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Her hands were a little clammy as she closed the door to her little green car. She was dressed in a smart black dress that flowed nicely against her curves, she even straightened her hair for the event. Chewing on her bottom lip, she made her way up the walkway towards the entrance of the Outlook; she adjusted her glasses before she pushed the door open. It seemed quiet tonight--a bit too quiet for the outlook she remembered; she glanced around once she entered the lounge area, familiar faces roused her memory and she put names to each face. Surely, if she hadn't forgotten them, they hadn't forgotten her. She walked soundlessly and gracefully towards a couch, reverting back to her timid ways, awaiting someone to invite her over or perhaps join her.
She pulled at the tips of her hair in a nervous fashion as one of the employees posted nearby came to ask what she would like to drink.
"The usual," she said softly--then felt a little dumb, it's been over a month, they might not... She looked up to redirect the information but found the person to be gone... perhaps she was remembered after all, she grinned inwardly and pulled at the hem of her little black frock. Tonight felt like a good night, yes, indeed, a perfect night to come back.