Lynette never liked large social gatherings. However, it was unfortunately part of the job being a magician’s assistant sometimes.

The room was loud, filled with a bunch of rowdy drunk people, and a group of chatting people had decided that in front of the only exit was a great place to have a conversation.

Lynette sat on a couch, right in the corner of the room. Her eyes stared at nothing in particular and her mind seemed to be somewhere else. Anyone who attempted to strike up a conversation with her was met with silence and not even a glance of acknowledgement.