“What… where are you going?”

“You’ll see.  Just stand there.”

“You’re right.  I should just go.”

“Hey, that’s not what I meant.  Come on, I have an idea.”

“Okay, you cannot just keep staring at her all night.  It’s creepy.  And I’m bored.”

“This might have been an ill-formed plan, Bolin. She’s been staring at Mason all night, I don’t even think she knows you’re here.”

“So are we going to dance or something or are you just going to hold up the wall all night?”

“Whoa, hey, what are you doing?”

“Normal dance pictures are boring.”

“I’m in!”

“You’re… what? Really?”

“I don’t have anything better to do that night.  Might as well watch you crash and burn.”

“Um, great?  I’ll see you then.”

“You got it, champ.”

“Okay.  Yeah.  That was pretty much it.  Sorry, I know it’s a stupid idea.  I’ll just go…”

“Oh, I know exactly what this is about.  You’re going to ask me to winter formal so you can make Rosemary jealous.”

“What? I—”

“Hey, Meghan, can I talk to you for a second?”