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It's turning into a bit of a habit. Marianne gets dressed up - not totally, but a little bit, in earrings and mascara and a velvet jacket that she scared up from a thrift shop - and she does her hair and then she walks to the Crow Club to hang out with Nova. They always pick a quiet night, so he's got time to mix drinks and chat to her, so he doesn't keep getting called away. Sometimes, Marianne flirts a little bit; he's handsome, and it's hard to resist.

Honestly, it just feels nice to have something approaching a friend who isn't old enough to be her father.

The bar is dim and quiet. Marianne likes it here; she likes the quality of the light, the velvet stools and the deep leather booths.

She slides onto a stool, leaning her chin into her hand.

"Hi," she says, smiling at him. "Can I just get the usual?"