One evening, I got tickets to a Chase Atlantic concert, so I called Drew.

“Hey, do you have time tonight?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah, I think so. Why?”

“I got some tickets as a sponsor, so I was wondering if you wanted to go with me… to see Chase Atlantic,” I said.

“Yeah, okay, that sounds fun. Do you want me to pick you up?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. How about 7 PM at my place?”

“Okay, I’ll be there,” he said before hanging up.

I started getting ready—I did dark smokey eye makeup and put on a black leather mini skirt with a black top, pairing it with black boots and a matching handbag. Our tickets were for the VIP section, so we’d have some privacy, just like celebrities.

I met Drew a few months ago during a shoot, and we’ve become really good friends since then. Or maybe… more than just friends?

After he picked me up, we headed to the venue. We parked in the back and walked the rest of the way. Before long, we were inside, waiting for the show to start.

The concert was amazing. One of the songs they played was Friends—one of my favorites. But as I listened, I felt… weird.

Did this song somehow relate to me and Drew?

Do I feel something more than just friendship for him?

And if I do… does he feel the same?