"You're lonely," he said.
Thelma jumped, startled. She might not have even heard his voice over the thumping dance music, but it was just at that moment where there was a temporary lull between songs. He stood nearby, his head slightly tilted. Thelma glanced behind her, his words ricocheting in her mind - she wasn't sure what was more surprising, what he'd said or that he'd noticed and bothered to relay this observation to her at all. He was good-looking, tall and thin with artfully spiky hair, but something about him struck her as unsettling. Perhaps it was the way he spoke, or that his eyes were oddly piercing, but either way she felt herself straightening, suddenly alert.
"Yes, I am talking to you," he said, looking amused. "You're Thelma, right?"
"Yeah..." she replied, trying to play off her momentarily confusion, tucking a strand of her auburn, shoulder-length hair behind her ear. "Sorry, and you're...?"
She smiled hopefully, but though her tone was apologetic, she herself