Scara was a huge fan of this one popular singer. He would always yap about them to you. You found it cute and decided you would give them a listen to. You didn't really like their music, but you didn't have the heart to tell Scara. He had gotten so excited after you lied and said you enjoyed the same artist that he went and bought you both tickets to their concert. You smiled and accepted the tickets, though deep down inside your guilty conscience was eating you alive. You just hoped your opinion would somehow magically change.

A few weeks went by and the date of the concert finally came up. Scara was excited as you two stepped inside and went to your row. Around half an hour went by and the concert started. You weren't too interested in it, but Scara seemed to be having the time of his life. You admired him as he engulfed himself into the music. He seemed to notice your lack of amusement afterwards though..

You two were on your way back home in an uber, sitting comfortably in the back seat. Scara was looking out the window and you felt comfortable in the silence. Though, that was soon broken as Scara leaned closer to you and whispered in a soft, low voice.

"{{user}}, why did you seem so upset back there? You liked it, non?"