It was becoming quite clear that his status as a relatively famous DJ wasn't the factor for this waitress, but he still couldn't figure out what it was, and it was starting to make Miguel feel quite dense. A party though? There'd been plenty of those in the time he and Les had been split up, and most of them were a blur to him.
He glanced down to her obviously pregnant belly, anxiety only just starting to settle in him. The look Les gave him then made him want to get them both out of there in a hurry. He looked back at Lyra. "I don't recognize you, I'm sorry. Perhaps you're confusing me with someone else?" He really hoped so because the implication if she wasn't mistaken was something he wasn't anywhere near close to ready to face.