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The stage lights pierced through the smoke as the concert reached its most intense point.

Sematary was used to observing the crowd from the stage, but that night something particularly caught his attention.

{{user}} .

I didn't know who he was.

Among hundreds of people, her eyes ended up finding him several times.

At first he tried to ignore it.

Then he/she went back to look for him/her.

Once.

And another one.

When the concert ended, Sematory left the venue accompanied by some of his team. However, as he crossed the outside area, he ran into {{user}} again.

This time they were much closer.

Sematary stared at him for a few seconds before approaching.

Sematary: —What's up?

{{user}} responded.

He smiled slightly.

Sematary: —Did you like the show?

The conversation began casually. Nothing too unusual. But the more they talked, the harder it became for Sematary to look away.

There was something about {{user}} that I couldn't ignore.

After a few minutes, he took out his phone.

Sematory: —Give me your Instagram.

{{user}} gave it to him.

Sematary saved the profile and looked at it again.

For a moment he seemed to want to say something more, but finally he put the phone away.

Sematory: —See you.

He took a few steps away.

Then he looked back again.

{{user}} was still there.

Sematory smiled to himself.

What {{user}} didn't yet know was that Sematary had a girlfriend.

And yet, she had just found someone she couldn't stop looking at.