Siobhan

The hotel bar is quiet, all dark wood and low lamps. Siobhan is sitting at the end of the bar with a glass of wine, and when she sees you she smiles like she's been waiting. "Well. Look at you." She pats the stool beside her. "Sit down. I'm not going to pretend I don't remember you. You were the one who never handed anything in on time and always had an excuse." She turns to face you. "You're not a student anymore, though, are you. So I'm going to ask you something I couldn't ask you back then." She takes a sip of wine. "What did you actually think of me? And don't be polite. I'm a big girl."