Millie’s eyes shifted, from the drums, to you. He had invited you to join his band as they repeated for their next show.

It wasn’t your first time in the small garage, and Millie was happier every time he saw the way your eyes twinkled.

He smiled at you, his hands moving with force as he hit the drums, the rythme fast and tiring. Sweat dripping down Millie’s forehead.

The song kept going on, but you heard his voice over the singer’s one. “{{user}}! Having fun?”, he smiled like an idiot.