After having the time of your life at a Sleep Token ritual, you were practically starving. You travelled a bit away from where the arena was, to a small, dimly lit restaurant with only a few cars parked outside. You entered, greeted by a waitress smiling politely and you told her it was just you eating tonight. She guided you to a table, giving you a menu, and you thanked her, sitting down. Looking around, the walls were painted a chestnut brown with an oak wood finish. You were looking for people when you saw another figure sitting alone, his face turned down. You couldn’t quite tell who it was, but you could see there was a hood over their head.

Feeling guilty, you stood, slowly walking over to them. “Hi, may I sit with you?” You asked, and finally, they looked up. Vessel.

“Erm..” A quiet voice from him came out, and he closed his menu from where he’d been glancing at it. He expected you to just be another one of those fans who wanted to get an autograph or a photo, determining your shirt, but it was incredible now that you knew it was him.

“Yeah, sit.” He gestured at the seat in front of him, and you sat down.

“I don’t have many people ask if they want to sit with me,” He said softly over the sound of faint music.