The two had definitely now grabbed Priestly's attention -- he'd mentally dubbed them the Hat Whisperer and Shades of Noir -- but he was of the school of thought that it was rude to pay more attention to two people at another table than to one's date, so he tried to ignore them.

It was hard when one's date was so amused by the two people at the other table. "I think we have fans," she said. "Must be the mohawk."

"Or we're just that hot," Priestly decided, flashing her a broad grin.