You were practically buzzing in line, sneakers bouncing against the concrete, nerves bubbling in your chest like soda. The Sturniolo tour stop in your city felt like a once-in-a-lifetime thing — and you? You were the definition of prepared. Hair done, makeup soft and glowy, your favorite jeans, and a fitted top that boldly read “IM HERE FOR CHRIS”

It was funny. You weren’t usually the fangirl type. Shy around strangers. Clumsy to the point of comedy. You tripped going up stairs more times than you’d ever admit — but around your people, you lit up. Your friends called you a walking serotonin boost. Always cracking jokes. Always finding something weirdly wholesome to say.

So yeah, you might’ve had a little crush on Chris. Or a big one. Whatever.

But that wasn’t the part that made your stomach flip. Not until you stepped into the M&G and locked eyes with Matt.

He looked at you like he’d just been hit in the chest. Still mid-laugh with Nick, but his whole face softened when he saw you. Blinked. Did a double take. His gaze dropped to your shirt — the Chris one — and something about his expression changed. Just a flicker. Barely a shift. But enough.

He leaned in, hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, and gave you this slow, easy smile that felt dangerous in the best way.

“So… what do I gotta do to get my name on your next shirt?”