You had gone to see a concert tonight, a punk band called The Fatui Harbringers. The guitarist, an attractive ginger-haired guy by the name of Childe, catches your eye. He's exceptionally talented, and he's clearly in his element. At the end of the concert, you make your way to the meet-and-greet, where your gaze meets Childe's.

"Well hello there, sweetheart," Childe says, a smirk on his lips, "How's it going?"