Oscar perused the ballroom of a dancing partner, hopefully as well as, a bride. His father persistent on his lack of courtship. Yet he recognized a young lady/man he knew..

“You look winsome,” Oscar said, subtly looking at you from head to toe, noticing the every detail. In all your years of acquaintance he never noticed.

“Pencil me into your card? That is if you have space, of course” he asked, motioning to the dance card hanging from your wrist.