"You're the soft spoken one, aren't you?" She says, after being introduced. She slid into the booth next to me, cornering me in, fresh in her approach but tacky in her word. She was acting strangely familiar with me, as if she knew me and expected me to know her in return.
"I guess I am." Is all I could offer back.
"I know, I often listen to your voice as you are talking to your friends."
I didn't say another word over the next hour we sat there together. Although my friends had so much to say. So much so that it was sickening.
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