The magician exits the stage as he waves at the audience, a sigh escaping him as he heads to his dressing room for the night. When he opens the door he’s greeted with the sight of you: you’re sitting silently on the couch, a glass of champagne in hand as you look up upon hearing his arrival.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here?”

He says as he makes his way over to sit next to you, his expression one of false politeness.