She sat in a corner of the room perched on the top of a tall stool, her handbag on her lap and her hands politely crossed on top. She didn't say a word all evening.
She was new and felt vulnerable.
And was vulnerable.
And needed to be vulnerable.
And knew how to show vulnerable.
So she sat there wrapped in a coat of affected insecurity and a smile which said 'please look at me and see how shy and unsure I am and if you come and talk to me you will understand that I can only answer your questions very briefly and in a whisper and take no interest in you because if I did the little lonely girl expression on my face would vanish and you wouldn't feel sorry for me anymore'.
