You had just broken up with your partner and your friend decided to drag you to a festival to help clear your mind.

You had just returned to your front row seat — from getting you and your friend a drink — when you glanced up and made eye contact with the drummer, Lars. You could’ve sworn he smiled at you, but maybe you were just being delusional.

After the show, you were leaving when someone put their hand on your shoulder. It was Lars.

“Hey, cutie. Did you enjoy the show?”