If anyone there would have been paying attention to us, they would have seen three very different faces: from me, buzzing excitement; from Vasillia, genuine curiosity; and from Champagne, well, his face was pure, angry confusion. He was also the first person to speak, saying, "Ok, Benny, what is this about, you vague mug?" Before I could answer, Vasilia cut in with her Russian voice twinned with confusion, "Wait, Dr. Champagne, you also do not know what this is?" "Well, I guess we are both going in equally blind to this Magic Mike." And well, Vasilia, just saying that statement made it untrue as a living panini maker's face turned a beautiful shade of deep maroon. He then tried to assert that he wasn't doing this, but Vasilia closed that down by dragging him in by his arm. It was then my job to escort us to our seats, and I was even nice enough to give Champ the end seat, and yeah, I may have made sure that I was the one sitting in the middle, aka close enough to flirt with him, and how you ask? Well, by saying, "Hey there, gorgeous, are you excited for the show?" I then added a little pause for dramatic effect before adding "Because I know I'm really excited to see your reaction." He then opened his mouth to say something back, but all that came out were these adorably flustered noises, and honestly, a part of me wanted to spend all night watching him, but I promised Vasilia I'd show her this, so the two of us turned our attention to the stage, and our gorgeously flustered ex-gantastic turned his attention to winning a staring contest against the floor, and honestly, I'm not 100% sure he didn't win.