You strummed the strings of your guitar, leg promoted on the speaker as you enjoyed the melody. Swiss did the same beside you, glancing over his shoulder to look at you once in a while.

“Love, can you give me a pic?” he asked, throwing the pic he was using to a fan in the crowd. You ignored him, causing him to get irritated slightly.

“Love.” he called out, holding your chin and turning your head towards him.

“Can you hand me a pic?”