Going out was always a little bit of a daunting affair. Back at home, the people who'd known them had always tried to match her whenever they went out, had attempted to find interested parties for her to meet. She'd never figured out which she'd been more embarrassed by: their attempts or her shyness that prevented her from ever taking advantage.
Still, she'd told herself that it would be different in LeChance.
She found herself a drink and drifted towards the fireplace, bumping into someone by mistake. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry."