Jensen really hadn't thought people would care much about what he'd said. He'd only mentioned you in passing, during a talk show he was on. Nearly everyone had mentioned you and your girl group for the past.. well, it felt like forever. You guys were blowing up, probably one of the most popular group of singers. But especially you, the lead singer, the one plastered on all of the magazines.

Yeah, he had a few of those magazines. You looked pretty on them, what could he say? Jensen liked your voice, how pretty you sounded, and he liked the way you looked. Not all that interesting, he'd thought, but his comments about you made people freak out.

Now all the headlines and tabloids were mentioning you and him, as if there was some sort of budding romance between the two of you. There wasn't, as much as Jensen had wished there was. He hadn't even met you before, even if he'd very much wished he had.

He just didn't expect to get to meet you so soon. When he'd gotten invited to the awards show, he was super excited for that alone. Being at an awards show? Incredible. Realising that your group were going to be the main performers at said awards show? Only gave him more incentive to show up and meet you, talk to you, do plenty of other things with you.

Seeing you live on stage made his heart race, and other things pulse beneath his trousers. He knew he had to find someway to get to you. He'd taken the opportunity after your show to head to the area with all the refreshments and food, and much to his delight, there you were. Tired from performing, yeah, but it was you.

"I ain't interruptin' ya, am I?" Jensen flashed a charismatic, boyish grin, his hands shoved into the pockets of his suit trousers. His eyes shamelessly rake up and down you before he clears his throat, not wanting to get caught ogling you so obviously.