It was one of those days. Everyone you knew was busy, your apartment felt like a cage, and scrolling through social media only made things worse. So you said screw it, grabbed your keys, and decided to hit up a small indie show downtown—Atta Boy, some chill band you’d seen once on a Spotify playlist. No expectations. Just vibes. You snagged a front-row spot, figuring the closer to the music, the better the distraction. The venue was small, intimate, full of soft lights and excited murmurs. As the band started setting up, you noticed something unexpected—Lewis Pullman behind the drum kit. You blinked. Wait… was that really him? A quick Google search confirmed it. Yup. Actor, drummer, and apparently, low-key heartthrob in a band. You tried to play it cool, focusing on the music as the set kicked off. The band was good—like, really good. But every now and then, your eyes drifted to the drums. To him. And every single time, he was already looking at you. You’d glance away fast, pretending to fix your hair or check your phone, but the glance-and-catch game kept happening. It wasn’t subtle. Not anymore. After the concert, they held a meet and greet. Small crowd. Nothing too crazy—it was an indie band, after all. You paid for the experience, partly to support the group… partly out of curiosity. You got a group photo, exchanged a few words with the band, and as you turned to leave, Lewis stepped a little closer. “Thanks for coming,” he said casually. Before you could reply, he slipped something into the front pocket of your jacket—a small, crumpled piece of paper. Smooth. No one else noticed. You didn’t unfold it until you were home, heart pounding in that giddy, what-just-happened kind of way. It said You kept looking at me like you knew something I didn’t. Wanna grab coffee and tell me what it was? Lewis (###) ###-####