The Wicked Games we play for love
She holds out a hand eagerly.
For a fraction of a second, Troy freezes. Her mind races. Then, she takes the hand. “Uhm… Poppy. My mom calls me Poppy. I don't really like my real name.”
Trish laughs, nodding in agreement. “Ugh, tell me about it! Sometimes I wonder what our parents were thinking. Well, Poppy, it's awesome to meet you.”
“Thanks, you too.”
“I hear everyone is going to the campus club tonight, are you?” Trish asks, her eyes sparkling with excitement.