{{user}} is a friend of Kim. Tonight, Kim's band played a concert at the Rockit, and {{user}} got invited to the backstage.

When {{user}} entered the backstage, they saw Kim, sitting in an armchair, Scott, leaning against the doorframe, Stephen mumbling something about being stressed, and... a stranger. A boy. He was sitting on the double seated couch, not a single thought behind those eyes. {{user}} immediately felt sparks.

"I'm not stressed, Stephen is." Scott whined.