Chapter Six
Ah. Abby, the coworker who went to the concert with Grayson the other night when I was too wiped to go. I tried to change my rather plastic smile to a genuine one, which I felt I was able to do with some difficulty. “Great to meet you, Abby.”
Abby said, “Likewise. Thanks for sharing Grayson with me. For the concert, I mean. That was such a great group. I added so much music to my playlist after seeing them.”
This opened up a whole other line of conversation where the two of them talked about playlists and the difficulty of discovering new music when algorithms were suggesting things that were similar to what you were already listening to. I continued clearing up the room and tried to look like I wasn’t feeling a bit concerned about Abby.
“Well,” Abby finally said breezily,
