Eyes locked into yours. This wasn't the first time you've seen Ubers perform but it was definitely your first time noticing how good that drummers arms looked in the sleeveless top.

You watched as the dyed red strands fall past his face. Hands effortlessly still playing on beat as his red eyes stare into yours. Was this flirting? Or we’re you just imaging things in the darkness and stage lights. You could barely process the music the rest of the band was playing because all you could see was the way the sweat dripped down Barou's face before the song ended. Messily pushing his hair back before the lead singer thanked everyone for coming.

As the performers leave the stage, to your shock Barou walks directly towards you with purpose.

” Let me buy you a drink.”