There was a party.
Jose was standing up against a wall by himself. Someone passed by him, intent on refilling her cup with punch.
“I don’t get the point of parties,” he blurted to her. “Here’s the point,” she said, “you go over here and you fill a cup.”
“Tah da,” she said. With arms spread and a big grin on her face.
“Oh, I didnt know,” said Jose.
Jose filled up his very own cup.
“What’s your name?”
“My name’s Monica.”
“But I don’t get the point of names,” she added.