The wedding with Sam was a couple of days away. When he saw her leaving for her bachelorette, Jack called and convinced him to go out instead of staying at the office. The club was filled; Jack wanted him to relax and offer a friendly ear about his recent troubles. More drinks were ordered, and he felt less tension on him than when he arrived. Turning around, he bumped into you, spilling your drink.

“I am so sorry I didn’t see you there, which is no excuse,” he said with a nervous smile.