“That asshole's name was Sam. I think. Or Stephen. Was it Stephen?” Her voice is still muffled because her face is pressed into the table, like an ostrich hiding its head in the sand. No one can see her if she can't see them.
“I wanted you to kiss me again.” Even with another body in the room, she would have. Now she would have, anyway. Two years ago she must have been too frightened of the amount of people around them, fearful of what they might say, what someone might do. Even being teased was unbearable for her, it just felt like she was being made fun of.