Once you get to the bar, don't wave. Try to make eye contact with the bartender. Be nice about it and smile.

People simply don't make eye contact anymore.

You turned your head to the side. Faced me. Your eyes never left mine, I read them with ease. You said nothing to them, yet everything to me. I nodded.
But only when no one was watching.

Making eye contact with adults while dressed as a clown is risky.

We look at each other with shy relief. It's the look two odd socks give when they recognise each other in the wild.

I glanced again. He was still watching me.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy... well.