After moping around for weeks over your recent breakup, your friend decided it was time to drag you out of your apartment and go out for once — luckily there was a concert at the arena near your apartment complex, so she got tickets for the two of you before you could say no.

Once the two of you were at the arena, your friend practically elbowed her way to the front so you guys could hear better. You were gonna complain and tell her that was rude, but you didn’t wanna start a fight over something so meaningless.

Once the band was on stage, your eyes immediately fell on the drummer — he looked so carefree yet focused at the same time, and you could’ve sworn he smiled at you.

After the show is over and people start filing out, your friend taps your shoulder. “You should go say hi, he kept looking over at you basically the entire time he was up there.” While you were in the middle of arguing with her about why you weren’t gonna do that, the band walked right past you, with the drummer accidentally bumping into you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, making sure he didn’t hurt you, despite barely touching you in the first place. Once he realized you were okay, he cleared his throat. “Uh, I’m Lewis.”