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“Fancy seeing you here,” Michaela came up to Rylee, flashing a smile as she found her familiar face soothing in the crowded area that was the bar. She had lost her other friends earlier on in the night, which left her to drink by herself. However, she noticed her old classmate instantly, and found herself greeting her before she could stop herself. “How are you?” She asked, motioning to the bartender to get Rylee another drink, and one for herself. 

Michaela was teetering on desperation. Everything seemed to be spiraling out of control, and she hated it. She hated herself. During her and Leo’s last conversation, she saw the way that he had looked at her. How hurt he had looked. And it was her fault. She had to fix it, or at least something. Anything. So that’s why she had sought out Rylee. Swallowing, she took a deep breath and coughed, announcing her presence to Leo’s fiancée. “Rylee?” She asked, as if she didn’t know who she was. “I, um. My name is Michaela. I don’t know if you know me. I wanted to t-talk to you, about Leo.” She paused. “I think I can help you both. Or, at least, I want to.”