I laughed at her comment, not knowing what else to do. Lizzie had a talent of always saying what I was thinking, but I knew it was either rude or inappropriate to voice my thoughts, especially when talking to a stranger.

Thank you, Lizzie right? she asked getting an eager nod from Lizzie, then looked at me. And I still haven’t got your name…

Oh shes called Beatrice, shes the arty one not me. I just came here for the free booze, as you may of noticed.

I glanced at Lizzie, begging her to stop talking before she let something slip that would totally embarrass me. Best friends always had a talent for doing things like that when you least wanted them to.

Beatrice, do you shorten that at all? she asked, pulling me into her gaze again.

I cleared my throat, realising I hadn’t said anything for a while now.

Everyone calls me Trixie.

Well, Lizzie and Trixie, everyone calls me Millie. Ill go get that water for you. she said smoothly, walking away before giving me one last look.

Wow, she seems nice. Lizzie breathed, watching the sauntering figure disappear back into the gallery.

Yeah. I said unenthusiastically.

What the ***** was going on with the crazy eye contact between the two of you. I thought you knew each other but then she asked for your name and I was like, huh?

I avoided Lizzies questioning gaze, she could always tell what I was thinking from just looking at me and I was actually ashamed for her to look at me at that moment.

Nothing Lizzie, we talked a bit in the gallery.
Shes the one who took all those photos in there.

Wow that’s cool. Whats she doing out here with us if shes some kind of famous artist?

I don’t know Liz, your guess is as good as mine. I lied, hating the feeling the words left in my body.

Lizzie was quiet for a minute and I glanced at her, she was looking right at me with a shocked look on her face. I cringed and looked away again, folding my arms across my chest for some comfort.