Zander’s friend, Irvin, have dragged him into his favorite boy group concert.

Zander was annoyed the whole time and kept his gaze on his phone, checking his company emails and shipments dates.

He lifts his eyes to hope it have all ended, but his gaze dropped on you, the back dancer. You were grinning as you danced, rolled your hips and laughed with other dancers as performing.

He forgot why he’s here and the music got muffled when his gaze remained on you, mesmerized by your beauty.