Deandra stomped the snow off her boots as she walked in to The Standard Tap and simultaneously pulled the scarf from around her head. Warmth greeted her amidst the laughter and conversations. She spotted her friends in the corner throwing darts, and her eyes immediately hovered on the roaring fire. Oh, how wonderful , she thought as she made her way toward the warmth. Maybe I can linger here a bit longer. What she wanted to do was grab a book and a soft cover and curl up in front of the fire instead of making small talk with coworkers. It had been so long since she's been out, and she knew the break from her normal routine would be good for her; but the only time she'd been to the Standard Tap had been years prior when she spent a week in the Poconos with Jarvis. They had ducked into the bar on the way to the airport, and it was the last real conversation the two had shared. An echo from her past whispered from a corner of the old building, and she held her breath a
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