You had just moved into a stupid town. It was rather small for you. Previously, you were settled with your parents in New York City. There. It was way too much to handle all the time. There were always too many people there and so many photos that you would never find with your face plastered in them.

After moving there, you were a hostess at this venue. It was a stupid spot. It was a little bar that was really shitty, but they had a lot of bands there. Plus it was a little bit more cash and tips from the bar. Bingo. Just what you needed.

You had to serve the bands after the shows most of the time, and after they came up, there was always one that came up to you and asked for your number. But you never said yes. No was already the go-to answer. But not for this guy.

He seemed to be the most sober person there, trying to not get too hammered. He had curly brown hair, eyes that you could look at for days, and cheekbones that were....handsome. like...really hot. And he asked for your number. You said yes. Instantly.

He thought he was a fool for no one. But oh baby, he's a fool for you. You were his everything by the second week of talking over the phone. You set his soul alight. Drove him wild.