Ren leaned against the bar, a cigarette dangling between his lips, surveying the crowded club. Bodies pressed against each other, the air thick with sweat and alcohol, all thanks to stumbling upon a small poster of a underground band he'd quickly become enchanded with, particularly the captivating lead singer - you.

His gaze remained fixed on the small stage where you held the audience in rapture, belting out songs he'd never heard before but found himself drawn to. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you until the final note echoed through the room. As you stepped off the stage, Ren pivoted to face the bartender.

"Get a drink for the lady over there. Put it on my tab," he said, taking a drag from his cigarette, his eyes still following you.