Other places

“These things are so awkward, Paul.”
“But you like the Geraldsons!” Paul scanned the room. She was here…!
“I’ll just get drunk. Don’t worry, not another complaint out of me this evening, love. But you’re driving home hon!” Justine moseyed over to a full bar and poured a healthy dose of scotch.
Meanwhile, Paul wondered if that girl in the blue tanktop remembered him. Their awkward smile in the checkout line a week ago. Or a month ago when he walked past Peets and saw her inside the window nursing a latte. She just kept popping up, perky young thing.