I think he did look at me. But only as a byproduct of trying to awkwardly gaze past the drunk girl who fell and took the speakers with her. (Oh thank you God/Science that I wasn't her this time.) He continued looking at me presumably because my skirt kept getting hiked up over my arse and I was squinting furiously in my efforts to convey I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I DO telepathetically.
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