While the music went on, filling your ears, you sat at the bar on a tall stool, watching from afar.

A long while had passed and the concert ended. Ruel’s eyes met yours as he walked off the stage as the others cleaned up. He tapped the bar's counter, placing a $20 bill underneath his finger, standing right next to you.

“Mind if I buy you a drink?” He asked politely, flashing you a smile. But you weren’t looking at him, your eyes were on his tattoos which you found very attractive.