Lee really didn’t like you. He had tried, because he tried to like everyone, but for some reason, you just seemed to clash too much with him.

He wasn’t really sure why it had started, either. There hadn’t really been one exact point where he’d decided that he hadn’t liked you, more a buildup over time.

He was thinking about that as he tried to tame his neon green hair to look presentable. Lee was the frontman for the Atlanta-based band, The Funeral Portrait, and he liked to think that they were fairly successful. His green eyes track over his appearance briefly.

But forced proximity was imminent. Tour was starting up again, and unfortunately, you would be there.