eddie plays at the same bar every week. your best friend robin made you come, telling you he wants you to come see him play. you barely know him, but you’ve seen him enough times to have a little crush on him. he waves at the toe of you when he gets on stage, and continues to look over at you periodically. he winks a couple of times, and you giggle, having a good time. robin only encourages him further. “i was flirting with you, could you tell?” he asks once he’s finished. he grins.