in the bathroom at a party.

     he listens to her ramble, although he doesn’t mind. at the end,      he easily agrees with, “yeah, alright, sounds good,” as he puts      his hand with christine’s. he readily follows her, trusting her to      actually bring them to the theatre to sit and not trying to trick him      into performing. it takes them a minute to end up to the spot, but      once they arrive, michael makes himself at home on the bench,      splaying his legs and slouching accordingly. “so, what did you      want to talk about?”

     the girl’s energy does wonders to his own. he ends up half      smiling, giving a look to the ground before glancing back up      at her. ( it wasn’t hard to figure out why jeremy would be      enamored with her. ) “uh, yeah, for sure. what did you want      to talk about? or did you want to go somewhere else?”

     “oh --- christine.” michael’s shocked and nervous by seeing      the girl in front of him. he shifts awkwardly between feet before      saying, “if you’re looking for jeremy, he’s just over there.”