She hardly slept the night before. Would her dress be appropriate? Should she have tried to meet up with someone she knew at Starbucks beforehand? What would she do with all those business cards? Surely it was too “look at me!” to hand them out, but maybe too laughable to spread them over tables, hoping nobody would notice until she’d left.
On the day, she marched straight in, then hovered in the ladies toilets, checking her teeth repetetively for stray cereal and lipstick smudges. Where best to sit? Too intimidating to join a group already immersed in excited chatter. Big table, all alone, so everyone arriving would have to speak to her? No, that one there, with just one occupant, nervously checking her phone.