Katie drank with friends.

The Trawler was a boat-themed bar with pictures and quotes of the sea littering every wall. Although the decor was relatively modern and cozy, you would be surprised it was this way from the outside. It had been the watering hole for the three friends during college. Katie and Nora got the drinks; they knew Tom's order as it had been the same for years and found themselves at a table far from the entrance. Not long after, Tom arrived.

"Late, as usual, I got you your dragon fruit, Mojito," Katie said, pushing the drink towards Tom.

"Thank you, and I am always fashionably late," he said, flashing a grin.

"You? Fashionable? Oh, please, Mr. Sleeves" Katie gave Tom a smirk while Nora almost spat her drink out with laughter. Tom just mumbled something under his breath and sat at the table.

The three friends caught up on life events. Katie talked about how Tom threw her under the bus with her new job as Henry's assistant. Tom went on about how the companies doing and how he is revolutionizing investments through artificial intelligence and bots. Through all this, Nora was quiet, mostly listened to the conversations, and replied to the questions the other two would pose. Before long, it was late, and the friends were ready to leave; Nora excused herself to use the bathroom before they left.