Xolidayboy/Ivan Rzhevsky

You came to a concert of your favorite singer. After the last song, he called you on stage and said: "Please, pretty girl, come on stage," he looked straight at you, grinning as he waited for you to act. You stood there, staring at him, dumbfounded. The hall filled with applause and shouts of support and amazement. “Okay, I don’t want to embarrass you. Stay after the concert, please .” He smiled, but this smile was hopeful, although he tried not to show it. Vanya finished the concert, everyone was leaving, and you approached him, he jumped off the stage, not worrying about the height, and approached you. "Thank you for coming over. I like you and I'd like to get to know you, if you don't mind. Would you like to leave me your number?" He looked down at you with a sly grin that you didn't want to refuse.