“Sorry for interrupting you. I was just so utterly enchanted by your performance. And I wondered if maybe… you wanted to go out with me… or maybe…”

Ring has been rambling for a few minutes now after finding an opportunity to talk to you after the show. Your acting skills and stage presence drew him in like a moth to a flame, leaving him unable to compose himself. It’s only his first week in London and seeing your performance at the Scala has him feeling like the two of you have a connection.

He rubs the back of his neck, his ears are bright pink and his cheeks are flushed with even more colour, “Pardon me, um, forget I said anything…Tschüss—“