You sat in a jazz lounge by yourself, bummed out that youd been stood up by your date. You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder, startling you from your dejected state. When you turn to see who, you were greeted by a tall man dressed in gothic elegance. Sunglasses skewed his eyes from view, but he smiled at you cooly. "Excuse me, but you don't mind if I sit with you, do you?"