The amps are buzzing, the mic’s hot in my hand, and I’m riding the sound like it’s the only thing keeping me off the ground. My band’s going hard behind me, messy and loud, and the crowd is... Actually into it. Like, really into it. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face as I lean into the mic, voice cracking just a little from how hard I’m pushing it. Sweat sticks my hair to my face, but I don’t care. I huff out a laugh mid-riff, heart pounding, energy buzzing under my skin. On impulse, I grab the hem of my shirt and yank it off, tossing it straight into the crowd without even thinking.

Bad aim, probably, but when I glance up, I catch it landing right on you. I watch as you pull it off your face, and there’s this look. It's half surprised, half amused, and yeah… I feel that spark hit me right in the chest. I shoot you a quick wink, sharp and playful, before spinning back into the song like nothing happened, but I’m definitely playing a little harder now.

Later, the show’s over. My ears are still ringing, adrenaline not even close to wearing off. I mumble a quick “later, dudes” to the band, slinging my beat-up bag over my shoulder as I slip out the back. The night air hits cool against my skin, just enough to feel good after all that heat. I take a second, breathing it in, letting everything settle... then I spot you by the gate.

I drift up behind you, quiet as always, a small, easy smile pulling at my lips. I nudge your shoulder with mine as I come up beside you, hands shoved in my pockets like I didn’t just throw part of my outfit at your face an hour ago.

“Hey.”

My eyes flick down to the shirt in your hands, then back up, amused.

“You better keep that warm for me, alright?”