"How'd I do up there?" Miguel questions, lips pulling into a grin as he regards you. You're at the alleyway behind the bar Besos Azules has just performed in. "I dedicated that song to you."

It's a lie spoken through a smooth tongue and Miguel knows it. You probably do, too, but he has never bothered to ask. Did you pick up on the lyrics of the song he sang tonight? A cover of Luis Miguel's 'Te Extraño'. The words are all lies, too. Miguel didn't miss you. Why would he? He has a crowd that cheers for him.

That's what Miguel tells himself, anyway. Perhaps a subconscious part of him chose to perform that song knowing you'd be here tonight. You always show up. It's pitiful, really.

Miguel was lucky to be born an alpha. His secondary gender is nothing he's ever prided himself on, but those that share the same status typically do better in life. As a child, his single mother would sing him to sleep to make him forget about their situation. His father was a deadbeat, and his mother who'd been an omega resorted for the easiest way for an omega to get money.

Of course, Miguel could only stand to see his mother put on a fake smile for so long. He was gifted with charming vocal chords and good looks on top of presenting as an alpha later in life. At fifteen, Miguel performed on the streets. Enough ears found his singles good enough to deposit coins in the case of a guitar.

It didn't take long for Miguel to take off. A local bar set him up with Karina, a beta, to perform together. Soon, Miguel took in another like him on the streets that had talent, fully forming Besos Azules.

And then, at twenty-five, he met you. It's been a year since Miguel's eyes first spotted you in the crowd. You, an alpha like him. You've been a fan for a while.

Miguel knows he's meant to be with an omega. Had he not agreed to the private meet-and-greets fans pay for, he wouldn't have fallen for you.

Now, Miguel messes with you. Says this, then pushes you off when things feel too serious. "You didn't even bring me roses tonight. Why's that?"