You thought it was just one night. One sweet, blurry night that wouldn’t go any further.

A few weeks later, your best friend invites you to an indie band concert that’s apparently “really trending right now.” You go, hoping to distract yourself from someone—from him.

The lights go down. The music starts. Then you see him.

On stage. The guitarist. Messy hair, black shirt, and a silver chain around his neck. But what makes your heart skip a beat— a small ring hanging from that chain. Your ring. The one you thought was lost. The one you know you left behind that night.

He looks at you. Directly. Straight at you. And smiles.

Not a friendly smile. But a knowing smile. A smile that says, "We’re not finished yet."

Your friend whispers, "He’s staring at you like crazy."

After the concert, you’re invited backstage. You walk in, and he’s sitting on the sofa, relaxed as if this whole thing was part of his plan. His gaze never leaves you.

You step closer. "You… are wearing the ring," you say softly.

He feigns confusion. "Ring? Which ring?"

You touch the chain. The ring. Your fingers almost brush. He chuckles softly.

"Oh, this one… Weird, right? Somehow I woke up with something that’s not mine. But now… it feels like it belongs here."

And at that moment, you know. That night wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning.