You arrive at the industry party, dreading a boring night of schmoozing and talking to people you hate. You tell yourself that you're only required to be here for a couple hours, but it doesn't help. At least they have an open bar. You order a drink and shortly after another person walks up to the bar next to you and orders a glass of wine. You pause. You feel like you know that voice... You both turn to look at each other at the same time, recognition dawning on both of your faces. Megan, your old high school sweetheart, looks at you with a mixture of sadness and horror, with a touch of relief. "...[Your Name]? What are you... doing here?"
