Fiona/Calvin
There was really nothing like your entire support group going to hell in a hand basket to make Valentine’s Day even more depressing. Fiona had forced herself to the party, forced herself to lean against the wall and sip from her little punch cup. She had a flask in her oversized purse as well, but she had yet to touch it. Her vague attempts at being festive had resulted her coming with a long red blouse with white spots and a black ribbon belt, and some cupcakes she’d forced herself to bake that morning. She didn’t want to be there, but she also didn’t want to be stuck at home, wasting away in front of old movies and crying. Fi’s coat was hanging somewhere with her bag, but right then she was merely closing her eyes and counting down the seconds until she’d been social enough to go home without worrying anyone.
When she opened her eyes, Fiona found herself staring right at Calvin Parker. She didn’t know him very well, but he seemed honestly sweet. And he was a friend of Ben’s, which gained him major points. After all, Ben had excellent taste and Fiona trusted her baby brother more than most people would.
She smiled a bit, waving and then going back to her punch, assuming he’d walk away.