"Thanks," Hannah said, ignoring his question about how she was. It had been quite a while since she'd seen Michael in person and she didn't think that jumping right back in with 'I'm fucking wretched and a complete mess because my life is a hideous farce and I'm still in love with a boy who died almost four years ago' was probably the best way to go.
Instead, she signaled for the bartender and smiled at him tipsily. "My friend needs another drink. And so do I."