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The transition from the dark bar to the brightly lit café leaves Lucy blinking rapidly in a way she hasn't since the first time she came to New York. It's been a while since she's done it and she can't help but be jealous of the others for their natural ability to adjust to the difference.
It's a stupid thing to be jealous of, and she would never admit it, but the feelings still there.
Lucy squints towards her brother and his roommate, Maggie, arguing quietly. As thrilled as she was to know that Max had finally gotten someone who could actually pay the bills, Maggie made her nervous.
She was a perfectly nice girl, Lucy supposed, but she couldn't help but feel there was something off about her.
Maybe she had some prejudice about hookers? No, Lucy had never had any problem with them. She had no reason to be hostile towards the other girl.
"So Maggie, where are you from?" Maggie turned from listening to Sadie and Max's argument over which soup was best at Katz's.
"Oh, um, Ohio." She grabbed a strand of hair and began twisting it between her fingers. Prudence perked up.
"No way! Me too."
Maggie gave a wary smile, "Really? How crazy." She grabbed the drink in front of her and took a large gulp. Max turned around, "Mags, that's mine."
The girl paid him no mind.
Lucy and Jude exchanged glances from across the table.
"What part?" Prudence leaned forward eagerly.
Maggie blinked, "Near Cleveland."
Prudence pouts, "Aw, I lived in Dayton."
Maggie nods and Max says something about not knowing she was from out of town.
Lucy can't help but get the feeling something's not right.
A/N-I dislike this chapter
Dayton to Cleveland is about 213 miles if you were wondering (yay google maps)
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