Blitzo dialled your number, he had claimed he was taking you on a date. Though, in reality, he just needed you in order to get inside a club so he could spy on two of his friends.

You had been so exited to be invited out by him as well, only to be met by him being unfocused and dismissive every time you tried to make conversation with him.

You both sat at the bar, he was facing away from you as his eyes scanned the club. You were awkwardly sat next to him, occasionally sipping from your drink as you thought of anything you could say.