"Correct." She smiles and looks like she's due his bow, but at least curtsies in return. He has manners. And he's easy on the eyes, at least.

"I've had my fair share of soirees," Cheryl assures him.

"I was wondering. Our parents likely have business with each other to lead to this blind match." A beat. "I'm not sure what it is, though. Do you?" Her curiosity is due to hoping it's nothing shady.