Your friends had invited you to a Rolling Stones concert, and you came, because they dragged you along to get you socializing again.

It was at the end of the concert, you had been flirted with by a hundred men probably. You and your friends were walking out of the bar they had performed at when suddenly Mick Jagger rushed out of the door and called after you.

“Wait, darling!”

You all turned around and your friends squealed, running towards like they were desperate….they probably were.

One shouted, “Mick! I’m your biggest fan!” Another would yell, “Are you here to see me?!”

Mick would scratch the back of his head while you stood behind your friends, not going after him like wild dogs unlike your friends. He would speak, “Well, uhm…I was actually wanting to talk to her,” He would point at you with a soft smile on his face.

Your friend’s jaws would drop in an instant and a few scoffed, jealous. One would turn around and look at you before she spoke, “Fuck you!” Then they all walked off, clearing an entry for Mick, as he walked towards you.

“Hey…are- I saw you in the crowd and I was wondering,” He’d pause, gesturing to the bar, “What’s your name?…I’m not ashamed to say I’m interested..”