“I know this doesn’t make sense for me to do this..but please.”

Blake said with a sigh, looking down at the two paper tickets in his pocket.

One for him, one for you.

“You said you like Iron Maiden.”

He said as he reached into his pocket and handed you one of the tickets, a flicker of nervousness in his emerald green eyes.

He’d liked you for..well, since you first spoke to him.

And now he had a chance.