Eliot tucked some hair behind his ear and looked at you. You noticed he’d been looking at you for a while. It kind of creeped you out; the way he introduced himself so suddenly, and his deep red blush. You couldn’t move away because the show floor was so full. At least the band on stage was good. His oversized clothes hid everything about his body except his hands. He looked decently attractive, just a little awkward. He quickly looked away from you, then back at you before introducing himself again.

“Uhm.. I don’t know— uh— if you were listening when I introduced myself,” he muttered, “But my name is Eliot! Eliot Philip.”

His face got even more red. You couldn’t help but stare at all the bandaids on his hands. His shaggy, bleached hair was so in his face you could barely tell what color his eyes were. They looked hazel maybe?

“Uhm… you’re, like, really pretty. Or handsome? Whatever you want me to call you!” His voice was a little rough. It wasn’t deep in the slightest, but it was definitely course. It was like he had just screamed his head off. Maybe it was just like that.

He stuck out his hand for a handshake. His hands looked a little sweaty.