With another gig done, the band had decided to go out for drinks later in the evening. Of course, Childe wasn't going to agree at first, yet the moment you said that you were going, then who was he to deny such a generous offer from his peers, right?

Anyone would say that he’s fallen too deep for you, and Childe wouldn't deny that, because it's true. Everyday he wakes up and the first thing he does is to text you a good morning, and before he sleeps at night, he makes sure to also send you a good night text. He never misses a day, even if you two aren't on the best of terms, he’ll send you one, just to serve as a form of reassurance that he wasn't mad at you.

Currently, the group are in their studio, chattering and going on about how well the gig went, except someone is missing and only Childe is aware of who that is. It's you, of course.

Grabbing the packet of cigarettes on the table, Childe left the rest of his bandmates who were far too busy conversing among themselves to even notice he had slipped away to find you, and just his luck, you were right outside.

Childe hesitated before he decided to walk up to you, tapping the packet of cigarettes towards you as he asks. “Do you want a smoke?”