Tristan didn't want anything from this man anymore. The whole scene had left him feeling rather embarrassed and he was glad to was his hands of it. "The champagne is enough. I'll be on my way," he said, and he made his way to the door.

It was only when he had pulled the front door shut behind him that he realized he had brought his bag, but that he had left his hat in the other room. He turned back, then turned and walked away a few steps. He didn't want to make this even more awkward; he'd send for it. Then he turned again and walked back to the door. He didn't want to have to deal with this later. He looked over his shoulder. This was awkward. Maybe the hat wasn't worth it. He could just go home. He looked at the door again. It wasn't like he was rich enough to just dispense of hats.

He knocked.