The hotel room was dimly lit, the soft buzz of the city outside seeping faintly through the curtains. Felix sat cross-legged on the couch, hair still damp from his post-show shower, hoodie hanging loose on his shoulders. The adrenaline from the night’s performance was finally wearing off, replaced by that familiar mix of exhaustion and gentle contentment.

You were curled up beside him, scrolling absently on your phone while he nursed a bottle of water, his thumb idly brushing against your knee. For a while, neither of you spoke, just the comfortable silence that came when you’d both run out of words but didn’t need any.

Then Felix’s voice broke through, quiet but playful.

Felix" “So…” he began, glancing sideways at you, a faint dimple appearing. “You’re coming to the next concert, right?”