Samara, Theodore & Tracey
Theodore had spent a good amount of time at first just standing in a corner with Tracey, one of the few people he actually felt comfortable with (as any socially awkward person would). Normally it would happen that Tracey would be the more social person and he would just stick by her, but this time it was an odd reversal of roles.
He was typically was one who often warmed up quite slowly to new acquaintances. There were very few exceptions--seeing and interacting with mothers and their children were one of those examples. He wasn't quite sure whether it was something he wanted, or something he missed--or a mixture of both.
He didn't notice the location of the child yet, but kept an eye out for him nonetheless.
"Good evening and happy birthday, Samara," he said in greeting, as he approached the birthday girl. "This is my good friend, Miss Tracey Davis."