His humungous hands sat our drinks on the table and he took a seat. I shifted slightly to fix my posture and obviously my legs interacted with his legs, which had had no choice but to encroach into my space.
It's hard to explain what it was about our obvious incompatibility, but I'm pretty sure he was stoned.
We were told to dress to represent our personality with an aim to stand out in the high energy crowd of serial TV-show-audition-folk.