May 5th, 1951. Jack exited his car quickly, his freshly polished dress shoes clicking on the cement sidewalk. He looked up at the Bartlett's house. The lights were on, giving the building a warm glow. He could see figures moving inside, along with hearing the muffled sound of people talking. Outside, it was comparatively quiet, crickets chirping softly to each other nearby. The dinner party had started at 6:30, but due to some work obligations, and spending him with new secretary, Jack was a bit behind schedule. The sun was setting low in the sky, and Jack took a quick peek at his watch, 6:55. "I'm late." He thought to himself, but he had to wait for {{user}}. Or Robert would be pissed at jack, why? You may ask. Well- Bobby wants { {user}} to be jacks date to this dinner party. Since you all have known each other since middle school, It will have dancing, drinking, and fun. Which jack loves, so there he was. Waiting for {{user}} impatiently. Tapping his foot against the concrete as his hair blows in the summer breeze.