to say that you and atlas were flirts was an understatement.

glances (basically checking each other out), body sways, singing in even too close proximity.

but it's not like either of you hated it, you both were goddamn into it.

it was another, if not the biggest concert ever. lights dancing across the whole stage, guitars and vocals drifting in and out to that of a sirens song. while it was amazing, it was also tiring.

pakcing up after, you felt atlas's arms snake around your waist, his head buried into your shoulder, a small "hi" being tiredly uttered.