You hold her gaze a moment, then push your chair back. "Alright. I'll come." Something in her face eases, not quite relief. "Good. I was starting to think you'd sit there all day." You fall into step beside her in the line. Neither of you says much; the quiet isn't uncomfortable. She glances over. "You sure you're alright? You've been off." "Long night," you say. "Didn't sleep much." She weighs it, nods. "Fair enough. You look like it." "I'll take that as concern." "It is." You get your food and sit. The talk drifts through light, easy things for a while before she leans back, her tone shifting just enough to flag what's coming. "There's a thing tonight. A few of us are going, nothing serious, a house party. You should come." "A party?" "Yeah. You could use it. Get out of your head for a bit." You turn it over. Not really your scene, not for a long time, but the way she offers it makes it feel less like an obligation than a door held open on purpose. She waits, not pushing. You think about it. [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Accept, but make it clear you won't be drinking|Accept, but stay sober]] --- [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Accept normally|Accept the invitation]] --- [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Reject, you have work to do|Reject for work]] --- [[Reject, you don't drink anymore|Reject because you don't drink]]