Anne stepped into the bar, her eyes adjusting slowly under the flickering neon signs. The shifting lights made it hard to make out any faces. She scanned the room, searching.
"Anne." A familiar voice called out.
She turned toward the sound.
Audrey was waving at her from the quiet corner of the bar, her smile wide and energetic, completely at odds with the tension Anne had picked up in her voice during their earlier call. The concern that had been gnawing at her all the way here eased slightly. Maybe she had just imagined it.
Anne smiled and made her way over.
"Thanks for coming," Audrey beamed, clearly tipsy. Her cheeks were flushed, and her movements were a little too enthusiastic. "Come, sit, sit."
She grabbed Anne's wrist and tugged her into the seat beside her. "Let me order a drink for you." She raised her hand to call a waiter.
"I'm not drinking," Anne said, pulling Audrey's hand down.
Audrey frowned, pouting like a scolded child. "What? Turning me down already?"
