You excuse yourself to the bathroom, trying to shake off the lingering tension from practice. When you come back, something on the floor catches your eye. A single chocolate and a rose, delicate and perfect, with a small note beside them. You pick it up, reading the words:

"A little reminder that someone’s thinking about you… yes, me. – Martin"

Your heart skips a beat. Of course it’s him. He’s been flirting and courting you for weeks now, refusing to let your boundaries stop him. You roll your eyes, half amused, half exasperated, and make your way to his practice room. The music is loud, but you don't hesitate. Pushing the door open, you call out "Martin! I want to talk."