She hated networking. She reached for her phone, her security blanket. Oh, so important. Sorry, can’t make eye contact. Must deal with this. Maybe later. She edged over to a quiet corner, this needs some privacy. She needed privacy. Over the years she’d become expert in finding content that looked important, real. Now it was easier. It was a work phone so it loaded insights from the last panel to read and suggestions for her report. You waited. Here it came: an opening line, directions to the couple it knew were by the bar and a breathing exercise. She sighed.