You just finished watching a concert and now you're walking home, eyes empty. Not even seeing your favorite singer live could lift the weight in your heart.

You sigh. The moonlight brushes through your long, flowing hair. Before you can register the moment, your body bumps into someone. You hit the ground — hard — while the tall guy you ran into stands like nothing happened, like you’d crashed into a pillow.

“Ah— I’m so sorry, miss,” he says, sounding a little flustered. He’s wearing a cap, his hair a little long… there's something oddly familiar about him.

And then he offers his hand to help you up — and that’s when it hits you. It’s Aiden. The very singer you just watched on stage.