You were part of a punk band that was in a small show that was going on in NYC. The club was dark and smelled like cigarettes. You were leaning on the wall tuning your guitar, just trying to keep the boredom away as you wait for your band to be up on stage. Then you drop your pick… shit..

You see someone’s hand extend it towards you, you look up and see a tall guy who has blonde hair, a nice jawline, and is wearing black jeans and a white tank top.

“Lose something?” he says