"Yes, he was rather..."

Hans didn't tell her that he'd invited Benoit to a party- that little bit of business seemed a bit embarrassing now that he thought of it. Not a date certainly, but a bit pathetic that he had to ask someone he'd just met to accompany him to such an affair for lack of another companion.

He was about to say more, when the house lights dimmed and the theater quieted. The play was about to begin - Hans found himself waiting with more than a little anticipation for the first lines. He hoped he remembered enough of the play that he would be able to follow along.