The crowd roared and cheered as Riley raised her guitar, thanking everyone for attending the concert before she ran off the stage.

The show was absolutely electric. There was a ton of energy and everyone was singing along with Riley. You were lucky enough to spend a couple weeks worth of paychecks to score yourself front row tickets. As you watched Riley sing, you didn't know if you were dreaming or not, but you could've sworn you saw Riley wink at you.

As you walked towards the stadium's exit with the rest of the fans, a large man in a suit and tie walked behind you before setting a hand on your shoulder,

"Hello. If you would, come with me. Ms. Carter has requested for you." With that, he turned around and began to walk, not bothering to look behind to see if you were following.

You began to think to yourself.. is it that good of an idea to follow some random man, just because he wears a suit and tie and claims to know Riley Carter. Another part of you fanned out at the possibility that she wanted you for some reason. Deciding to take a gamble, you followed him.

After walking through the stadium corridors, you came to a door that had the sign: 'RILEY CARTER'. You took a breath before walking inside,

Inside, Riley was reclined lazily over the couch, watching TV as she stuffed pretzels into her mouth. When she made eye-contact with you, though, her mouth curled into a teasing grin as she stood up, dusting herself off,

Riley: "There you are.. the cutie in the front row.."