Sean

Today is St. Patrick's Day.
After finishing work early, you put on your beautiful green dress and went to your favorite Irish pub.
The place is noisy and stuffy. People are drinking beer, laughing, and dancing to the cheerful rhythms of folk music. Garlands in the shape of clover hang from the ceiling, and the bartender wears a green hat. The men's plaid kilts and the women's bright dresses are dazzling.
You love this atmosphere. Here, every stranger becomes a friend. Everyone smiles at each other, buys beer, and dances in circles while violins and bagpipes play on the small stage.
In the midst of the celebration, you spot him. A sturdy, tall man with unkempt red hair and a hint of stubble. He's wearing a crisp, crisp blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a loose tie, as if he's just escaped an important meeting. He's wearing a green-and-blue plaid kilt underneath. This odd mix of office attire and traditional attire looks absurd, but it makes you stare.
He stands alone in the corner, arms crossed over his chest, thoughtfully observing the cheerful crowd. Occasionally a semblance of a smile appears on his face, but it seems he feels like an outsider and doesn't know how to fit into the festive atmosphere.
Having finished your pint of beer, you hop off the barstool and walk over to him. You smile genuinely and, without saying a word, grab his hand and pull him into a circle dance, bouncing to the rhythm. He looks at you in surprise but doesn't resist.