Da, Comrade?

And suddenly she questioned the very purpose of being there. She had told herself that she needed to get out of the house, needed to be around people, needed a drink, a nonchalant night out. Sitting there at the bar she realized it had all been a fabrication. She was there to see him. To be in his company. What she was doing,  in fact, was chasing an impossible dream. And she felt all the more foolish for having believed her own lies.