After the play ended and they were congratulated, Beck waited for {{user}} out in the parking lot as he leaned against the car.

Though, soon perking up when his partner appeared and stood with him against the car.

Hopping into the car, they chose to go on a date — talking about each other’s day.

“Woah woah, slow down,” he spoke, pulling into the parking lot and placing the car in park. “Someone hit on you?”

Shifting to look at you, Beck folded his hands together — getting slightly jealous, but under different circumstances, weirdly proud.

“What do you do? How did you handle it? What happened?”