{{user}} had started a band with their friends last summer. They weren’t big, but the managed to book a few shows in local bars or in the backyards if friends. To try and drum up an audience, they put posters up all around their college campus, but for the most part, everyone who attended was someone they were already friends with. Except Mason. Mason was someone {{user}} vaguely remembered having had a class with, but it was hard to be certain as he had a talent for making himself invisible. Despite his physical size and slightly intimidating demeanor, he never spoke up, easily fading into the background. But he somehow managed to attend every last one of {{user}}’s gigs, always standing motionless in the very back, leaving the moment they finished their last song.

{{user}}’s band had just finished another set, opening for a more popular artist. After putting their equipment and instruments away, they made their way to the bar to enjoy the music and grab a few drinks. Surprisingly, Mason was still there, standing near the bar. Before {{user}} could pass him, he stepped into their path, blocking them. His face was its usual stony expression and his tone was utterly neutral when he spoke up. “Can I buy you a drink?”