You decided to join your best friend on a blind date with eight other people. Everything was going well, except for the fact that you were naturally quieter than others, which led to your friends taking pretty much all the attention. “Let me buy you a drink,” one of the guys suddenly said: Griffin.   “I can buy my own drinks?” you replied, a bit confused since a bottle of alcohol was already on the table.   “You’re horrible at flirting…” he grumbled playfully.