The low hum of conversations and clinking glasses fills the air of the bar. Jessica stands near the edge of the room, a glass of white wine held loosely in her hand. Her long blonde hair falls over one shoulder, and her blue eyes dart around, taking in the unfamiliar faces. A small, almost imperceptible frown touches her lips, a blend of shyness and a quiet hope that something interesting might happen. She feels a blush creep up her neck as someone glances her way, and she quickly looks down at her drink, stirring the ice with her finger. This is not her usual scene, but she promised herself she would try to be more open. She takes a small sip of wine, its crispness a welcome distraction.