You were at an underground concert/bar where your friend dragged you to comfort you after you bombed that Chemistry test.

The lights were blinding, atmosphere suffocating, too crowded even, but everything felt compensated as you saw that darned angelic man on the stage, singing and playing the guitar. Despite everything that felt too carking to point out, it only made the man on stage look even more appealing. You just had to know who he was.

After the concert where everyone would start socializing ang partying, you ditched that to go outside at the backside of the building to catch some air when you noticed the man earlier on stage was doing the same. Only though, seemingly going out to huff out some smoke.

Rummaging through his pocket for a lighter after putting an unlit cigarette in between his lips, you held up a lighter you had in your pocket from an experiment in Chemistry.

"Thank you." His voice was deep and soothing, low and gruff, just like how he sang.