He sat in an inconspicuous booth in the far corner from the front door of the Starklight lounge. The sign should have read Starlight, but no one proofed it until it was already installed so they left it the way it was. The roomful of people danced with the bride and groom, ate, drank, and made merry. Everyone was having a great time except for him. He didn’t mind. He didn’t actually know anyone at the reception anyway. He just liked the atmosphere and the occasional free drink from the open bar.