Maizie & Bea.
Going to places outside of the LBJ hadn't yet managed to get old. Partly this was because Maizie could count the places she'd been in the past six months on one hand. The stadium near the library (which hardly counted) and the Dog Park (which definitely did). And partly ... No, actually, that was it. The entire reason why leaving the LBJ hadn't old yet was because she never left the LBJ. Except now, apparently, she did.
And to top it all off, she was in the bar, a place she had been hearing about since before the name change. Weird. If she'd been there on her own, or maybe just with her own crew of people in tow, Maizie so would've wanted to look around, taking in every nook and cranny in order to get an accurate idea of what this place might be like when it was full of people. Well. Full of people who weren't there to talk about gardening, anyway. But since there were other people present, she was just having to satisfy herself with looking around on the sly, glancing at the different areas of the room while supposedly paying attention to what was being said. (She was listening, just not all the time.)
But then the talking stopped and the mingling began and, once Liv had slipped away to talk to Ben, Maizie found herself kind of at a loss. Glancing over at a group of people not too much older than her -- they had to be from Fox Grove, because obviously -- she started trying to pick out familiar faces. It might've been a couple years, but people didn't change that much. And, yep, there was someone she was pretty sure she had known (ish) back before. Now if she could just remember the dark-haired cheerleader's name.
Crossing over to her, Maizie waited to catch the girl's eye. "Hi! Bea, right? My name is Maizie and this sounds totally weird, but I think we used to see each other at after school tutoring sometimes. Are you looking forward to the project?" She waved vaguely in the direction of the guy who seemed to be in charge, as if there could be any doubt what she meant.