Serendipitous encounters? At my concert? [C]

You’d never know it, but he was enjoying himself. That telltale sticky air, sticky floor, sticky bar of a delightfully trashy venue, decent fucking music, good size crowed - he’d missed it. For the first time since he’d arrived in that godforsaken city, he was on the brink of smiling. He had a drink in hand, food in his stomach, and was surrounded by pounding bass and people his age. It was a whole night of firsts. It was the first time in a few weeks that he had an extra few hundred yen burning a hole in his pocket, the first time he didn’t have to worry quite so much about where he would be staying that night or when his next meal would be, the first time he felt warm. Like things were finally coming together and moving to Tokyo wasn’t the biggest mistake of his life (which really would’ve been saying something). So celebrating not feeling like shit for five seconds was the right thing to do, he assured himself, and there he was in that dingy bar, ears ringing and stomach filling with liquor just like he was home.

The night would also become the first time he’d purchased a drink for someone else, the boy usually on the receiving end of the offer. Leo had spent his time out hanging back on a barstool, which allowed him a good view of the whole place. He eyed the guy from the opener as he made his way over from a door off to the side, the crowd none the wiser that he’d joined them as the headliner played on. As he approached, Leo felt his stomach twist and heart beat a little faster and- Was he nervous? Starstruck?

He was thankful to the guy. He knew that much. His music was good and he was energizing and familiar to watch. But he also thought he was...cool. The first cool person he’d run into in a while. The first person to make him miss the music scene. And while Leo typically had an easy time with words, he found himself not wanting to look like an idiot in front of the guy a little extra and it made him unsure. Did he even want to be spoken to?

Leo looked over at him, let his gaze linger, and hesitated for another moment before deciding to say something.

“You guys were great,” he spoke up over the music, though his disinterested expression said otherwise. “Buy you a drink?” Leo flagged the bartender, getting another for himself and allowing the guy to order whatever he wanted. Whether or not the guy wanted to hang around was up to him.