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into background noise. Her shoulders slumped. She played with a fry, twirling it in her ketchup. She told herself, again and again, to cheer up. Enjoy herself. Stop thinking about him.
    “Trish?” Ricky asked, softly, reaching across the table to take Tricia’s hand. Tricia looked up, blinking, coming back to the present moment. “You okay?”
    “Not really,” Tricia said, surprising herself with the truth. “I…I kind of want to go.”
    “Okay,” Ricky said. “Let’s get the bill and…”
    “No,” Tricia said, hurriedly. She looked around; no one was even half finished with their meal. “You all go ahead and eat. I’m just tired. And I kind of want to be alone.”
    “Don’t be silly,” Ricky said, waving her hand dismissively. “We’ll all go, I’ll….”
    “No, really,” Tricia said, her voice firm. “Please, stay. I really just want to take a walk and get some air and have some time to myself. I’ve been with you guys since I got here.”
    Ricky opened her mouth to protest, but Cristov squeezed her shoulder. Ricky looked at him sharply, clearly ready to argue her point. But she surrendered when he nodded, and Tricia felt a surge of gratitude towards him. Kim reached over, rubbed Tricia on the back with her palm, smiling gently.
    “Just be careful walking back, okay?” Kim said.
    “It’s like five minutes,” Tricia smiled. “I’ll be fine. I’m sorry to leave, I really wanted this to be a nice night for everyone but…I think it was just a little soon.”
    “Sure,” Kennick said. “We’ll do it again some other time. Whenever you feel like it.”
    “Thanks,” Tricia said, rising from her seat, immediately feeling a rush of relief. She reached for her wallet.
    “Okay, now that is not okay,” Ricky said. “We got you on this one, Trish. You barely touched that sandwich. Do you want me to bring it home for you?”
    “A cold oyster po’boy? No thanks,” Tricia shook her head.
    “Awesome,” Cristov muttered, reaching over the table and pulling the plate towards him. He still had half a burger on his plate, but his eyes were lighting up like an arcade game at the prospect of more food.
    “You’re disgusting,” Ricky said, clearly fighting a smile. “We’re breaking up.”
    Cristov took a huge bite of the sandwich and turned to Ricky, chewing loudly, swallowing even louder.
    “That’s fine,” he said. “I was planning on having an affair with this po’boy, anyway, and I really didn’t want to be a cheater.”
    “I guess a full stomach can keep you warm at night,” Kim said, her eyes laughing.
    “Smart woman,” Cristov said through a mouthful of fries, pointing at Kim. “Good thing you kept her around, Nick.”
    Tricia left them behind with their laughter, feeling happy and sad at the same time. She loved her friends too much to want anything but the best for them. But things would never be the same. She knew that now more than ever.
    The sun hadn’t yet gone down, but it would soon. The air was thick with summer, everything faintly buzzing. She walked down a street she knew, then another. Intimately known streets, all strange and new. She got to Ricky’s apartment, fingered the key in her pocket. Then she got in her car and drove off.

6
    I t had been a long time , and she’d only been there once, but Tricia didn’t have too much trouble finding the Volanis trailer. Mostly because Damon was standing outside it, putting a bag into the trunk of his car. Tricia’s arrival caught his attention and he looked up, faint surprise in the position of his eyebrows. Immediately, Tricia felt her body responding to him, the way it had the first time they’d met. Even under those strange circumstances – she’d just been rescued from her ex-boyfriend by Cristov, and brought back to the trailer to spend the night – he had made quite an impression on her.
    He had the trademark Volanis eyes, deep green and expressive, framed by black eyebrows that made them seem darker than