[ It's a relief, when the guy - when Eddie offers to get a coffee with him rather than go through the rigamarole of speed-dating. He's pretty sure it's out of pity, what with the whole arm-pat and 'that's rough, buddy' expression on his face. But right now, Curtis will take pity over a random stranger actually hitting on him. He looks over to where the speed-daters are just switching tables, some looking jittery, others weary, others sly, and he makes his decision: ]

Actually the reason I'm here is I saw this flyer...

[ He reaches into his pocket, unfolds the square of paper - there had been plenty so he'd snagged one. On it, it advertises an event, a mystery dinner, where the guests eat fancy food and participate in a scripted story. ]

I thought it sounded cool but it says they're only taking couples, which is... super weird but I thought if I came here and found someone who was willing... they still had a few slots open when I checked an hour ago...?

[ The question is implicit: does Eddie want to go to this thing with him? Curtis is hasty to add: ] I'm not saying it's gotta be a real date or anything! I'm like, not ready for that at all, and you're probably not even gay, but the people at the restaurant don't know that, right?