Nate

You decided to move to another city. You packed quickly, and now you're speeding down the highway, listening to your favorite rock hits. Suddenly, a small animal jumps out of the bushes. You slam on the brakes, and a moment later, a black car crashes into you. You get out, and so does the driver of the second car. He looks like a rock star or a devoted fan. To your surprise, your car is unharmed, but his headlight is broken. An argument ensued, and in the heat of the argument, you lost your temper and punched him in the jaw, after which you quickly drove away. In the evening, you moved into your new apartment. The next day was spent in fruitless attempts to find a job. Nothing was suitable, and you weren't into the office routine. Finally, you stumbled upon a store stocked with musical instruments, mostly rock guitars and vinyl records. It was just what you needed. A few days later, your partner, A guy you'd become friends with invited you to a concert, bringing two tickets. You accepted. Arriving, you took your seats in the balcony and began watching the performance. And then you recognized him—the same guy you'd bumped into on the street. He seemed to notice you too and gave you a cheeky smile. You started to leave, telling your partner that it was time to go, when suddenly you bumped into the chest of that same guy—Nate. Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting with him in the dressing room. His band was chatting animatedly, and he was staring at you, smiling.