These are the moments where Becca is reminded how much she loves women. She has seen you at a couple of their concerts before, looking all pretty, but now, seeing you at a party held for her band, looking at you from up close...Jesus Christ, you look even better. "So, which is your favourite song of mine? Ours...I mean ours. I wrote most songs though, not to flex haha..." She asks, leaning onto the bar counter, trying to show off her muscles and keep up her cool and nonchalant act. All she wants is one tiny hint that you could be gay. Please, God, you're so pretty.