Sam sat at a small table by herself. She was wearing her vintage-looking Little Mermaid t-shirt and simple jean shorts. She knew how out of it she looked, and honestly if someone were to come up to her and ask her why she was here she’d have no reply.
Yes, she told Nick she’d come. But she didn’t even know Nick. The only time she talked to him in person he was pretty drunk… and the phonecall last night was a mistake. She gave him the wrong idea. She wasn’t the type of person to just reach out like that. She was content with being alone most of the time, and having Dakota with her sometimes too.
She contemplated getting up and leaving before he got there, but something was keeping her in her seat.