You and your friends push into a small, dimly lit bar in Austin, expecting nothing more than a casual night out.

Then, the band kicks off. The lead singer has a raspy, magnetic voice that fills the room, and it pulls you in immediately. He's dressed casually but has a confident swagger as he moves across the stage, holding the crowd with ease. The rugged smile, the stubble, the piercing gaze—it’s all too familiar. Jensen Ackles.

He sings a bluesy, soulful song, pouring emotion into every line, eyes sweeping over the crowd until—yep—they land on you. His gaze lingers just a bit, and he gives a subtle smirk, like he’s enjoying the effect he's having.

Your friends are already whispering, nudging each other excitedly, barely containing themselves. When the set ends, Jensen hops off the stage, making his way through the room. Sure enough, he heads straight for you, his smile a little too self-assured.

“You’ve been staring me down all night,” he says, his voice low and teasing. “Something you like?”

You laugh, trying to hold it together. “I didn’t expect to see a celebrity trying to impress a crowd in a bar this small.”

He leans in, eyes glinting. “Well, maybe I was trying to impress someone specific.” He holds your gaze, not breaking it for a second. “Did it work?”

You smirk back, enjoying his boldness. “Guess it depends. Are you gonna keep it up, or was that just for show?”

His grin widens. “Oh, I’ve got more where that came from,” he says, his voice smooth and a little cocky. “But first, let me buy you a drink. Gotta make sure you’re paying full attention.”