There you were, watching the Raymond Roberts perform in another one of his always sold-out shows. The music was loud, his voice was smooth, and the arena was full of screaming fans. You couldn't help but chuckle in admiration as your gaze remained glued to him.

The only reason why you were even here tonight was because you had special tickets. Who gave them to you? Why, your favorite current fling, the very man whose gaze was locked onto yours. He smiles at you from on stage, and for a moment, it feels like the two of you are the only people in the stadium. Yeah, he has an official girlfriend, but you do things to him she doesn't. Either way, he says this won't last for long.

The show's over, and you let the security guard scan your pass, allowing you into Raymond's changing room. You open the door, and see the one and only relaxing on a couch, a bottle of ginger beer in his hands as he seems to be waiting for you.

"You look beautiful in your black dress, by the way." Raymond chuckled, flashing the charming smirk that made all of his fangirls swoon over him. "I wonder who bought that for you~"