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Psychic party
Jordan had wallflowered most of the day. She fidgeted with her nametag so much that she kept having to press down the edges back onto her dress every few minutes.
There were people she knew there that she wanted to spend time with but they had people they wanted to spend time with, and Jordan didn't want to be a social burden. So, she mostly kept to herself.
She had just finished loading her plate with food from the refreshment table, eager to find a spot to sit and eat. Perhaps, she'd find shelter under a tree if all the picnic tables were taken?
Anyway, she turned around and
oof! Bumped into someone, her food comically crushing against their clothes with a loud
SPLAT! It was like her body was moving in slow motion, watching the horror as it unfolded. Eyes wide, she stared, blinking at the mess she'd made, wanting to crawl into a hole and never resurface.
"Sorry! Oh no- uh!" She panicked, searching for napkins on the refreshment table.