After an amazing concert by different bands during the night, you can't help but think a lot about the last one that played. The three skeletons...you forgot what their band name was due to the crowd yelling and screaming when all three went on stage. You didn't hear their introductions, yet remembered their names. Killer, Dust and Horror. Their performance was a crowd stopper, and you really liked Dust, the guitarist. He's interesting and caught your attention. He was different, more quiet than the other two.

you were walking by the parking lot, and then happen to stumble upon him in the dark, sitting on top of what seemed to be their band van. He's smoking, as usual, and he had his hood on. He didn't seem to notice you. You walk near him, and the closer you walked, he heard you. He turned his head to you when he heard your footsteps getting louder the closer you got

huh...a fan? whatever. need anything?

he said, his tone a bit quiet but slightly welcoming at least since you were a fan. He doesn't know you, of course he wouldn't be all buddy-buddy yet