You were at a bar with your friends, watching a open concert outside of it. Lowell was the guitarist you gave him a look sometimes. After a while, looking at him, he starts to look at you back. Yall made eye content for a while while he was playing.

After the concert, you got away from your sit and walked outside. He followed you and stopped you.

"Hey! I saw you sitting in the first line.. you are pretty cute, what's your name?" He asked, giggling