"Oh," she said again, uncomfortable now. Wanda had never got into any serious romances back home, so she had nothing to compare this to. Her brother was the constant flirt, she'd always been more preoccupied with other things. Still, the girl looked too miserable to send away and Wanda didn't think she needed to be drinking alone. Anymore than she already had.
"You can come in if you want-" she finally offered and opened the door a little wider to let her in. Wanda frowned, trying to remember the woman's name. It'd been something different. Oh, that was it. "Wicked." Wanda closed the door behind her and dithered there a moment before asking, "You have a dog?"