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features. Despite the playboy persona he exuded both on and off stage, presenting a badass appear

lay the drums, displaying a blend of roughness and gentleness, was truly mesmerizing. The expressive faces he made while s

n, his eyes remained fixed on my features or my silhouette. It felt as if I were under a spell when I

jeans, a floral button-up with the top buttons left undone, and a belt. Occasionally, a cigarette would dangl

e just did it. The way the smoke cloud danced around the air before fading was eye-catching to me. I was

ith my friends, or even that I had a boyfriend, who was p

Keith snapped me out of my daze, which I ha

on me, and I slightly blushed in embarrassment, tryin

ng her brows, in possibly, true assumption, while she dubbed out a

ms, acting like I wasn't just drooling over the blondie on stage. "Oh, plus I hav

eyebrows, and gesturing with her hand, looking back and forth, between the drumm

r and stood up, with my empty glass, and

e? Thanks" I smiled at the bartender

age, waving to everybody, as three of them headed backsta

rink, tapping my foot to the beat of the song that was cu

ehind me, I rotated my head slightly, to face the blonde man,

notice how much I observed him while he was on stage. I rubbed my thumb up and

place, but with his head down, looking at the floor, while a low, breathy c

hile we shared a kind smile. There was something about him so... Intriguing. I found myself wanting to l

, but instead caressed it, gently, looking at it. I quickly noticed when he didn't let go of my hand,

at he didn't let my hand go when he should've, he quickly shoved

here? Or do you perform at other pubs too?" the tension in the

uff" I nodded, taking the final sip of my vodka pinchata, before ordering a

n the stool. I turned on the chair to face him, his feet were resting on the footrest of the sto

rows together, in curiosity, observing my f

s raised in surprise, while I tried to contain a small laugh, from

lied, paying the bartender, as he took a sip f

o strangers who met at a bar, and the awkwardness and tension had cleared up. He was really easy to talk to, and I found mysel

of the two of us going back and forth of the bar and outside, we decided to j

blowing out a cloud of smoke, into th

ne, placing it between my lips. When he held out the lighter, I assumed he was giving it to me, but