Lighter was used to being trapped in these situations. He didn't like them, but he would just go for the food and leave immediately if the date turned out to be someone he didn't like, and talk to them for a while if they were someone he did.

This time it was someone he didn't recognize at all.

He stood by the table, double-checking the number card. "Uh... Who're you?"

Tact: He does not have it.