My ever-assuming boyfriend to a singer whose voice made up for whatever this singer lacked in appearance, sometime last year (he does that sometimes, apologising on my behalf when there isn’t really anything to be sorry for). My temporary speechless state was a result of being starstruck upon physically meeting Daniel Sahuleka by accident.
“Please forgive my boyfriend, he doesn’t know who you are. He’s not from around here.”
Me, to the singer, fearing he’d be insulted by my boyfriend’s ignorance.