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LIAM PIERCE AESTHETIC

Deena didn’t allow herself many nights, a workaholic by textbook definition, and she really did like it that way. Organizing the perfect setting for two people to fall madly in love? It was really a dream come true, and getting to be even a tiny piece in helping others express their love for one another made her happy enough that her own personal needs often got sidelined. She was merely off to the side with her select group of friends when they all started gesturing to the guy at the bar, giving her a gentle push and nudge. It was a little sad, to be the only one in her friends to not be married, and the weight and pressure eventually had her nervously rising to her feet to slide in beside him. She eyed him with a shy scrunch of her nose. “Hi. I’m Deena - Dee, whatever you prefer, or nothing, if you prefer that too. My friends kind of... forced me to come over and say hello, so... hi. Can you tell I don’t have a lot of experience with this? I’m sure it’s... dreadfully obvious, and my rambling is probably not helping, but I’m kind of trying to stall the time so they won’t judge me for coming back too early? So that’s why I just keep talking, and talking, and...”

Dom: I keep striking out with girls, Christ.

Anna: I've got two tickets set aside for you for Friday night's performance! Please say you'll come?