“Hey, love. Fancy seeing you here.” Keith raises a brow, flashing that cocky smirk he always wears.

“I thought you hated dingy pubs like these.” He leans against the bar, tilting his head. Sure, Keith didn’t care if you came to his concerts or not. It’s not like it hurt him whenever you told him no…

Then again, so what if you two were in a secret relationship- so what if he lost fans because of it? If he was willing to take that risk, couldn’t you risk coming to a damn pub? He just wanted you to see him play.