The Plus-One with No One to Talk To

Damaris went to her coworker's wedding on Saturday. The room was full of family and old friends. She only knew the bride and groom well.

At table nine, she noticed a quiet man sitting alone. He wore a nice suit. He looked uncomfortable in the crowd.

Damaris walked over and sat down beside him. "I don't think we know each other," she said. "I'm Damaris. I work with the groom."

"I'm Aurelio," he said. "I came with my sister. She's the bride's old roommate."

"That's a good reason to be here," Damaris said. She smiled warmly. "Do you know anyone else at this wedding?"

"I don't know many people here," Aurelio admitted.

"Well, now you know me," Damaris said. "Do you want to dance? The band just started."

Aurelio smiled for the first time. "Yes, let's dance," he said.

They danced through two whole songs. Aurelio was a good dancer, too.

Damaris introduced him to her table of friends. Aurelio told a funny story about his sister. The whole table laughed together.

Near the end of the night, Aurelio found Damaris again. "Thank you for talking to me first," he said. "Can I call you sometime?"

Damaris smiled and pulled out her phone. "Give me your number," she said. "Let's dance again next time."

The next weekend, Aurelio called Damaris as promised. They met for coffee near her office. It was an easy, fun date.