Ryan slipped into the main hall through a side door. He’d be much less likely to be seen that way. He could make an escape easier if he wanted to. But he was curious. He wouldn’t mind checking out the dance. He had told people it was lame before. And maybe people bought it. But part of him really did want to find some people to hang around. But, in case that didn’t happen, he was thankful the mask hid his face. No one would have to know the identity of the masked stranger who was all by themselves, watching from the sidelines.
Dances are lame if you ask me.