Maeve is pretty used to her corner being empty. Not even her parents or her burnout brother managed to be there for very long and Charlie's words get under her skin in a way that's not entirely comfortable. It's not uncomfortable either. It's just the sort of thing she's never really had to sit with for very long.

"Thanks," she says again, softer this time, then takes a sip of her milkshake to cover any confusion she's feeling. "Anyway, so you're going into your last year in September?"