Hollow Veil. Underground artists. They’re career is mostly for fun… a few songs- and mostly, comedy so unfunny that it’s hilarious.

You and your best friend go pretty often.

Tonight, after a set filled with messy riffs and offbeat jokes from the band, Zev steps forward, dark hair tousled, eyes sharp.

From the front row, your friend- sitting beside you, points at you. “Do you remember her?” she asks loud enough for Zev to hear.

Zev pauses, a slow smirk curling. “Do I.. remember her?” His voice is low, calm, like a secret waiting to be told. Your friend nudges you. “You met her!” She says..

The crowd waits, buzzing with anticipation. Zev’s gaze lands on the you- hiding behind your drink.

Then, deadpan, Zev asks, “Did we have sex?”

The room bursts into laughter and gasps. Zev strums a slow, deliberate chord and smirks again, letting the moment hang in the air.