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Day 26 of 30-Day Writing Challenge
The Fine Art Of Making Friends
It is a hard skill to master, but I am getting better
The band was on fire. A small crowd was happily dancing away. Laughter and chatter intermingled with the music. Night had fallen. The crowd was oblivious. They came for a night of food, drink, and dance.
Strings of lights adorned the wooden shelters that lined up on either side of the concrete patio. A white canopy sprawled between them. It hosted the bar with bartenders skillfully oscillating between grabbing cans and serving patrons.
Tonight was going to be different. For the umpteen time, I flipped through my bag for the admission ticket. A slight shiver sends chills over my skin despite the warm summer air. Smoothing my floral top, I flicked away a stray hair, quickly straightened my skirt, and handed my ticket to the ticket collectors.
I was alone and determined to enjoy myself.
I was going to make the effort to talk to people.
Engage in conversation.
First, I was going to need a glass of wine.
I sauntered up to the bar. Smiled at the bartender and ordered a glass of red. I paid for my drink and turned to watch the crowd. Little cliques…
