He offered her his hand. It was a one-time deal. Julie introduced the two of them by invitation, on a lark.
Remarks overhead by Julie brought him next to a woman who stood across the room in heels and a cream-coloured blazer with pseudo-brass buttons, her hair back-combed into a Final Net solution.
A greeting unacknowledged — interjected into conversation as it was — he returned to his circle of friends.
For the rest of the night, she remained across the room and waited for him.
Later, she thought of the potential loss, and admitted that she was not at all his type, as he had claimed.