Billy was...a little worried, to be honest. It seemed unusual for a prom date to walk away from him immediately after they entered, didn't it? Was she offended, scared, more interested in spending time with someone else?

The other attendees seemed to be giving him a wide berth, so he ignored their stares and settled into a wallflower's corner of the room. It was easy to observe from here, to maybe say hello if anyone passed by. To watch dancing and attempt to remember how to replicate it.

It was about fifteen minutes later that he very tentatively extracted his omnicom from his pocket and wrote a message.

That beautiful woman on the far end of the room must be you.