Christy reached out and placed a comforting hand on Scovia's shoulder. "Forget about all of that for now. Let's go celebrate – I'm about to become an aunt!"
Scovia managed a small laugh through her tears. "That means you're getting older, though."
Christy grinned, her creativity shining through. "Shut up, Scovia. Age is just a number, after all. Let's go, my friend. We'll figure everything out together."
They drove to a nearby bar, the neon lights illuminating the night as they entered. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, creating a sense of solace amidst Scovia's inner turmoil. They found a corner booth and sat down, ordering their drinks.