[i]“Willow dragged me here. Uh, my friend, Willow, that's... who she is.” [/i]

Ashley looked to where the girl was pointing, but could not for the life her figure out who the girl meant. There was a table in that general direction that held a couple girls and at least three guys. She inwardly frowned. How easy it was for some girls to chat with random strangers. While she was looking, she caught a couple other people staring at her and started to blush, subconsciously hiding her purse between her legs. She was just glad she did not bring the stuffed animal that came with the purse. 

[i] “Aren't you a little young to care about dating?” [/i]

She snapped her head back in the woman's direction. "No, I mean, of course not." She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. "Though I'm used to people thinking so. I'm 19. See no stamp," she said, holding up her hands and then laying them flat on the counter. She turned away from the brunette. "Sorry for interrupting your reading." She leaned forward, pushing her empty glass across the counter. 

"Saddie, can I have another strawberry smoothie."

"Are you sure? This is your third one in the last half hour, dear?" Saddie said as she came over to collect the dirty cups. Ashley shrugged. "Very well, but it is your figure on the line, not mine." The bartender chuckled.

"This will be my lunch and dinner, so it's no big deal," Ashley assured her. "Besides it's made out of mostly strawberries. I think I will survive." She handed the woman a five and waited for her favorite drink.