Ita was enjoying her dinner-time socializing. She often changed tables several times so she could talk with different groups of friends, and tonight was no different. She'd just made up her favorite dessert - a brownie sundae, when someone approached the table. Looking up, she smiled at the strange young man. He looked sad, and she immediately wished she could do something to cheer him up.
"I am. Who are you?" Nodding, Ita got up to go talk with him. "What did you want to talk to me about?" She was certainly curious now.