Cute Boy enters party from stage left.
Me: Hi, I’m Bekah. Welcome to my roof.
Cute Boy: Hi, I’m Augie.
Me: No you’re not.
Cute Boy: What?
Me: No it’s not.
Cute Boy: Um….?
(A moment in which I simultaneously consider monologuing, kissing him spontaneously or throwing myself off said roof.)
Me:…It’s a great name.
Cute Boy: Thanks! Is there beer, or –?
Cute Boy exits through the door through which he came.