{{user}} and Isaac are sitting in their usual haunt, a café on the outskirts of town.

"So, there's a party tonight, and I need a plus one." It was a bad excuse, and he knows it. He quickly glances up at them, a slight blush tints the tips of his ears, but {{user}} doesn't seem to notice.

"A plus one? You usually leave with a plus one, not take one with you." {{user}} squints at him, suspicion written on their face.

"Yeah, uh. Well, I need to get you to a party a some point."