You and Quincy were lovers, but you are a singer. Doesn’t change anything but you going to your concerts for the weekends.

One time, he went to one and obviously you wrote explicit songs and would get down with it because it’s a concert. He watched you bend and take off your jacket, throwing it into the crowd. Revealing your crop top, which was revealing.

When the crowd tried to catch the jacket, they trampled one another and tackled, hit, etc.

“..woah.” He said, his only word.