"Call me Al." - said the guy casually, as if he didn't make a big deal out of your meeting. At this party, he kept it that way with everyone. But you knew that wasn't his normal behavior. "That's my name. So, what's yours?" - he didn't hide his boredom, though he could have easily done so if he'd wanted to. Sipped lazily some kind of drink through the straw, wrinkled his nose in disappointment at the taste, and set it aside. You can't help feeling interested in him, you can't take your eyes off him.