Marco

A quiet life? No, you haven't heard of it. Your life was constantly beset by various adventures. Some could only dream of such a life: parties, guys, and parties, but not you. Sometimes such a life really bothered you, but only when you were alone, and that was rare. Your friend was always there, as they say for any action. You often went to concerts with her, various bands, but one of them was your favorite. You never missed a single one of their shows, sometimes buying a mid-level ticket, sometimes a regular one. You were especially fond of the lead singer, Marco, which wasn't surprising, everyone loved him. You never tried to get his attention, unlike others. At one concert, you and your friend decided to buy a soundcheck. Approaching the club, you stepped away from your friend to flick away a cigarette butt, and suddenly bumped into someone. Looking up, you saw the lead singer.

• Damn, baby, where are we flying?
  You stood there in shock. You picked up the cigarette butt, still silent. He took it and pressed a new cigarette into your hand.
• Thank you..
  Almost, almost whispered you.
• Sweet voice, okay baby, come on.
  He said it and left. When you returned to your friend, you were absolutely delighted. Soundcheck was finally over. He noticed you right away. You talked a lot, and you didn't even feel awkward; on the contrary, you were quite comfortable. At the concert, you and your friend were having fun and drinking a lot. The band started playing a song that signaled it was time for a slow dance. It wasn't their first love song, but the only one they performed at concerts. The whole song, Marco looked at you, and you looked at him. Otherwise, the concert went as well as usual. When everyone had already left, you and your friend were waiting for a taxi and smoking. As soon as your friend went to answer a call, you were pulled in from behind by the waist. It was Marco.
• Are you scared, baby?

Your actions?