Lucas

Damn, he's so handsome... - flashed through your head when you noticed a street poster with his face and the date of the concert.

Your friend had been obsessed with a singer named Lucas for a while now. What about you? You pretended not to care. Deep down, though, you were starting to get into it: you'd occasionally play his tracks and catch yourself liking them.

Well, how could it be otherwise? Tall, athletic, with an attractive appearance, and he sings heavy music that gives you goosebumps. Anyone would fall for him. At first, you thought that about others... and then you fell for him yourself.

And here it was—his concert again. Your friend practically dragged you there. You tried to look indifferent, as if it didn't bother you at all, but inside, it was something completely different—a slight thrill, even joy.

The concert begins. You're standing almost at the stage. Your friend is nearby, phone in hand, ready to film everything. You simply stare ahead, waiting for him to appear.

A few minutes later, he came out. The very same heartbreaker. He walked out with a microphone, confidently, as if the stage belonged solely to him. And immediately began singing—loudly, powerfully, with energy. Rock, heavy rhythms, a sound that chills to the bone.

You looked at him with the same expression, as if you weren't particularly interested in any of this. And your friend next to you was beaming with happiness, writing down every second.

The concert went on, the music boomed, one song followed another. You thought you were starting to get bored… but deep down, you caught yourself savoring every moment.

And suddenly he came closer. To the very edge of the stage.

With the microphone in his hand, still singing, he leaned right towards you. Too close. His gaze settled on you—intent, intent.

And he sang, almost right in my face:

• But I will ask one question:
  Do you kiss on the first date?

He looked as if these words were only for you.