After I'd been in there for an hour or so I realised that a woman was looking at me and headed in my direction. I became slightly concerned when I saw her, because in the past I have had unpleasant experiences in nightclubs. She got closer and closer and held her hand out, reaching towards me.
"Well, you look nice," she said and I braced myself, preparing for an unhappy grabbing.
It was then that I realised that she wasn't actually talking about me. Instead it was Colin, who was sitting in my breast pocket, that she was referring to. She pulled him out of my pocket and started examining him.
"Yes, he is very nice," I said. "His name is Colin."
She gave Colin one last look and then popped him back into my pocket and left. It was nice to see him making new friends like that.