“did anyone tell you the grammys was gonna be so boring?” the girl next to him asks. he turns towards you and smiles. “we’ve been sitting here for ten minutes.” he points out. he recognizes you, you’re a little younger than him, new to the industry. he likes your music quite a bit. “my manager took away my phone.” you tell him. he nods. “i’m sure you don’t need that to be entertained.” he says. he’s not flirting, not yet.