You’re at a Frank Iero show.

In between songs, he takes a small break, talking. While he’s talking, you begin to yell out flirty stuff just for fun. The crowd laughs a little and so does he, not seeming to mind it.

After the show, you’re sitting at the bar, having a drink, before someone comes over and sits beside you. It’s Frank. He looks at you when you look at him, smiling slightly.

“Oh, shit, you’re the person who was saying all that stuff.” He chuckles, looking you up and down.