I'm dining with a friend and his new girlfriend who could be my nemesis, she's younger and wilder and spends more time making things for herself than working at a sit-to-stand desk five days a week. She's pretty and mysterious and all the stranger interweb leeches want to capture her and beat her down with domesticated mitts. Someone tries on a dress and admires it in the mirror. A party is happening and I'm not in the mood to be there. I skip to the side to read.
