Aaron doesn't return to his seat right away; he's conveniently called away to speak with some VIP in another part of the building. A shame; you have a few thoughts you'd like to share with him.
Evening gives way to night, and fine food, drink, and conversation must all come to a close as the end of the fundraiser draws near. It's strange: when you were a million miles from attending these events, you'd always imagined them as being far more rock'n'roll.
You mill toward the parking lot in front of the ballroom, along with many of the evening's other guests. Taking your cellphone from your jacket pocket, you idly consider calling up your driver and telling him to bring the Cadillac around.
And yet perhaps there's someone else you'd like to see before the night truly comes to a close—someone you hit it off with.