miscalculation;
@mpmarklee
Diana had known it was a mistake to say yes when one of her neighbours suggested that she join her and her friends at the bar that night. Or, at least, she should have known. But, well, she was not exactly rolling in friends, so she had thought that maybe it would be a good opportunity to get to know some other people-- some girls, in particular, since she was seriously lacking in the girlfriends department. However, it had only taken about twenty minutes for the neighbour and her friends to decide that Diana was a little too quiet for their tastes, so in no time at all she was standing by the bar alone, sipping on a soda because she had not wanted to leave without purchasing anything.
And then, suddenly, she was not alone. A rather tipsy guy slid up next to her and started asking about her; her name, how her day had been, why she was there alone. She answered all the questions shyly, although she was sort of relieved to not have to stand there awkwardly by herself. A little small-talk was a nice way to pass the time, and this way the bartender would not think she was so pitiful.
All was fine and dandy until the nature of the conversation took a sudden left turn into Yikesville. One moment she had been telling him that she worked at a sweets shop, and the next minute his hands were on her waist and he was telling her how sweet he suspected she tasted. Alarmed, she took a step back and she was prepared to make a beeline for the door when a rough hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her back. Uh oh.
