I was smoking my cigarette in backstage as usual when I got off stage. With a bottle of beer in my left hand, I enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the festival while watching the crowd start to disperse. My eyes were drawn back to you who had just come out of the toilet near me, apparently about to go home. Isn't this the right time? Feet stepped quickly to stand, intercepting you in this empty hallway.

"Hey, wait a minute!" My grin appears because I know you won't be able to run away from me.