She’s clumsy. A rushy bumbler who tries too hard and cares too much. Still, she managed/s to be ineffective. She had just been here so long.
She forgot other people could not tell right away.
And so, she had raced in and embarrassed herself with a bit too much gusto, in front of her new acquaintance/s.
Or, so she assumed.
She wanted him to take her dancing, places where real players made analog and live digital music they converted to other mediums afterward.
In a room where people were still allowed to smoke.
Even when they choose not to.
It would be loud, crowded, and their lungs would hurt the next day.