Because that wasn't a terrible and creepy way to open a conversation. Wanda froze and waited a beat before asking, "Do you? I'm sorry, I don't think remember you." The man scowled at her and leaned in close, his breath disgusting. "Wouldn't expect you, to, you only ruined my fucking life." His voice had risen and some of the other speed daters glanced over in surprise. Wanda leaned way back in her chair, resisting the urge to put a shield up between them, if only to protect her from his alcoholic halitosis.
"I'm sorry-" she began soothingly and he leapt from his chair with enough force to send it clattering back. "You only put me in fucking prison!" he howled and the coordinator, who'd been taking a few steps towards them to try to mediate, backed away at his fury and turned to get the bouncer outside the front doors. Eyes wide in surprise, Wanda glanced Jessica's way, where a very rotund and sweaty man was taking a seat, completely oblivious (intentionally or otherwise) to the commotion a table over).