Okay, fine. Maybe it isn't.

But you see this?

[He holds up the hat.]

I have one job. It's to give people hats.

I want to give you this hat, because maybe, in some insane part of my psyche, I made it for you. I haven't forgotten this shade of purple.

But I know that you don't go to dances. Not since--

...

Anyhow, you don't.

So why are you, now?

[He didn't expect to ramble that much, but there it is. This brings out too many thoughts he's been stewing on for too long.]

Just that one simple question, and I'll leave you alone with your hat and let you go inside.