You didn't even want to go to the concert, but your friend insisted, dragging you into the packed venue to see a band you barely knew. The crowd adored them, though. The cheers for the band members—Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno, and Tighnari—were too loud for your liking.

As you stood there, a bouquet was suddenly thrown into your hands.

"Here," Tighnari said, shoving the flowers against your chest before you could even protest. "Alhaitham's fan gave it to me, but I'm far too busy for this," he added with a sly smile that said otherwise. "You hand it to him for me. Thanks!"

And before you could even reply, he was gone.

You stood there, awkwardly clutching the bouquet. It was quite clear—Tighnari just wanted to mess with you. Nevertheless, the way Alhaitham's gaze had locked with yours during the concert hadn't gone unnoticed. And apparently, Tighnari found it entertaining.

With a deep sigh, you glanced down at the bouquet. A large card attached to it read, For Alhaitham in bold letters. There was no getting out of this now.

Before you could muster the courage to do anything, a familiar voice cut through the noise around you.

"Is that for me?" Alhaitham inquired, his calm voice making you freeze. He stood in front of you, tall and composed, with his bass still slung over his shoulder. His turquoise eyes glanced at the flowers in your hands before they focused entirely on you.