"I'm not saying you can't talk to anyone, Lauren," Annabelle says pointedly, leaning forward with her hands on the table. "I'm saying you don't. At parties."

She gestures to Susan loosely, glancing at him.

"I just felt badly that you seemed to be suggesting avoiding..." Her expression becomes distant before she can say 'us.' She shakes her head, appearing as if she's lost her train of thought. She folds some hair behind her ear, clearing her throat as she glances off.