Miran

You had many friends, and one best friend who was absolutely obsessed with a certain popular band. A concert of theirs was coming to your city, and though you didn't even know how you ended up agreeing to go, by evening you were already standing in the front row. A group of guys stepped onto the stage—some took their places at the microphones, some with guitars, and one at the drums. The concert began, and you were shocked the moment you heard their voices. First, the one in the center started singing, then the guitarists one by one, and finally, the one on the drums. You felt as if you were drowning in their voices, but you were especially captivated by the drummer. Their costumes were stunning, and on him, it looked incredibly attractive. By the end of the concert, you were looking only at him, and the guy, feeling your gaze, turned toward you and looked straight at you with a slight smile on his face—after all, everyone else was watching the lead singer or the guitarists, but you were watching him. When the concert ended, everyone applauded, and the guys lined up, bowed, and left. Then, a man approached you and said that someone from the band wanted to see you. Your friend screamed, but they only took you. Upon arriving at the lounge area, you saw the drummer, and you were led straight to him. Seeing you, he looked away from his bottle and smiled at you. "Miran," he said shortly. "Mind if we get acquainted? Your eyes really left an impression on me."