The room buzzed with energy; soft chatter, rustling programs, the faint scent of perfume and floral arrangements. A long line snaked through the backstage lounge, filled with faces glowing with anticipation and admiration. Robin watched patiently from behind the velvet rope, her delicate hands folded calmly in front of her, a serene smile playing on her lips.

One by one, the guests stepped forward, each receiving a warm word, a brief touch of her hand, a shared smile.

Finally, the line shortened until there was only one person left—you. The air shifted as your footsteps carried you closer, nerves and excitement mingling in every breath you took.

Robin’s green eyes lifted to meet yours, shining with quiet appreciation. Her smile deepened, radiant and genuine.

“You made it,” she said softly, her voice a soothing melody after the evening’s crescendo. “Thank you for waiting so patiently.”

She extended her hand gracefully, fingers slender and cool against your palm.

“Did you enjoy the show tonight?”