3. I'd start off with some awkward conversation. Then I'd pretend not to notice the first two times she looked at her phone in an obvious attempt to have a friend call with an "emergency". I'd then try to flirt by asking how she's doing despite having already asked that 5 minutes prior. By this time I'd really lay it on thick. She'd once again look at her phone but so would I, leading her to wonder if I was talking to another woman (perhaps one of the other 3). We'd then stare at each other, lost in the moment; me gazing upon her beauty, her rethinking the decisions that led to this catastrophe. She'd then excuse herself to the bathroom where she could safely call in a bomb threat to the restaurant we're in. In the confusion of the evacuation she'd sneak past me all while blocking me on all social media accounts. It'd truly be a night to remember.