The venue was small, but nice—just the kind of place where you could grab a drink and relax. Charlie was already on stage, wearing a simple white shirt, his tattoos on full display. He didn’t make a big show of it. He just played, like he was at home with the guitar. Nothing fancy, but it was good. You didn’t expect anything else. After the set, he walked over. "You actually showed up." "You said to," you shrugged. "Besides, it wasn’t gonna be the same if I didn’t see the majestic Cr1TiKaL in action." He smirked, shaking his head. "Majestic, huh? Alright, we’ll call it that. You want to grab a bite? I’m starving."