He watched from afar with a twitch in his eyes. You were both attending a concert together. He had left for a moment to grab some overpriced garbage. Who did this guy think he was hitting on you like that when you were just with him not even a minute ago? It was frustrating to see how touchy he became; you were too damn nice to realize the intentions he had. He seethed, wondering whether or not he should get out of this line and go over to you. He knew you wanted this CD for a while, only being sold here, but he couldn't help himself, and the internal rage he felt, as he pulled his hands into his pockets and stormed over. Only steading his pace as he came behind you, hands on your waist as his face nuzzled right into the side of your hair, a bright smile full of envy as he gave the guy a... "friendly" look.

"Hey man, what's uhh... going on here?"