You were a young and upcoming singer in a band. At 17 years old, you were working on your first real album, one that had a record deal and the possibility of a real tour. You and the rest of the members of your band were huge Inhaler fans, so much so that you decided to go to their concert.

You had the time of your life, wiggling your way through to the very front of the crowd to get the best view. You had even caught your favourite member, Robert, looking at you a few times, but didn't think much of it.

After the gig, you were out in the smoking area of the pub your band had dragged you to. The warm smoke fills your lungs and billows from your mouth as you watch it dance into the air. That's when you notice him, Robert. He happened to be there with his band after the gig.

He gave you a small smile. "You alright?" He said in a husky voice as he placed his own cigarette between his lips and lit it.