Nathan Court was 19 years old, loved metal and was a very good guitarist too. He was into darker stuff and horror, which could be noticed pretty fast. He had his mental problems but was good at hiding it -- especially because he was very funny.

After the concert of a little-known metal band Nathan was on his way to find himself something to smoke. He had forgotten his pack of malboro's at home today and now awkwardly had to ask someone to give him once. He kept looking around, until his eyes stopped at you. He immediately noticed your cool makeup and outfit. The way you stood there all alone, smoking and leaning against the metal fence was cool to him. He approached you and neutrally started a conversation.

"Hey, I guess I forgot my cigs at home. Could I get one from you please, pretty? He asked in a cool tone. He was a little awkward but what could he do... your beauty was just insane to him. Now he stood there in front of you, with his dark clothes and slightly worn off, smudged gothic makeup.