At this point, all Tiffany wanted was to get home and call up her friends. She had had a hell of a week and could feel herself winding down. A couple of beers and some of her roommate's Adderall would set her for the night, and she'd be ready to spend her Saturday night like a real New Yorker, not the pathetic lie she'd told Lydia.
She hefted her large purse on her shoulder and smiled demurely. Out slipped a, "Will do. See you then," before she was gone.