Gina cracked up. "I'm not an office worker or a prostitute if that is what you're thinking. I design clothes for a living. My studio is around the corner. I have racks of clothes to choose from. I don't know. I was in the mood for red and sparkle today. During my workday, I swear I look like any other minion in this area."
"Oh," Steph said, embarrassed by her question. "Sorry."
"So what's your story? Why is a pretty girl like you sitting here alone on a school night? You are in college, right?"
"Yes, I am, I guess. Not sure for how much longer."
"That doesn't sound good. What's happening? Did you run out of tuition money? No, that can't be it or you couldn't afford to stay here."
"Tuition is covered. I've got great parents who take care of me. A boyfriend who loves me, and I score at the top of my classes."
"Then what could possibly keep you from finishing your education?"
Creation is hard, cheer me up!