The venue is small, loud, and exactly as un-fancy as promised. Nina finds Tom by the sound of him laughing before she finds him by sight.

He introduces her around, easily, until his friend Danny grins and asks: “And who’s this, then?” Tom hesitates for exactly one second too long. “This is Nina. A friend from the café.”

It is true. It is also nothing. Nina’s brain, wide awake again, starts predicting: this is going to be a long night. He is going to keep introducing her like that. This is going to be exactly the kind of story she tells herself she should have expected.

She smiles through the second song. She laughs, a little too on time, at a joke she does not fully hear. By the third song, she tells Tom her head hurts, which is not exactly a lie.

“Are you going to be okay getting home?” he asks, and he sounds like he means it, which somehow makes it worse.
Sometimes the problem is not what somebody says. It is everything you decide it means.



