You and I are the opposite. While you're optimistic and naive, I'm pessimistic and serious. We always get into arguments, and you're just adorable when you're angry, it drives me wild.

I play drums in a bar along with my bandmates of punk/rock. You walk into the bar with a couple of friends, bantering in colorful clothes.

'Why are you here? Did you see me? Are you ignoring me? Should I wave? No, no, that's too desperate. Play it cool.' My mind races as I overthink.