Øystein was underneath his shop with a girl and his bandmate, Varg. He watched as Varg sat on the leather couch. He looked at the girl and leaned in close, looking into her eyes.

”When are you going to take my pictures? We can go upstairs to talk about it.”

He gently smiled at her, his blue eyes looking deeply into hers. He wasn’t teasing her, he just wanted her to know how bad he needed photos taken for his album, though he was a bit of a tease..and an asshole.