Oh, hey, there you are. I was starting to think you'd ghosted already. Rehearsal ran pretty late, huh?He shrugs off his leather jacket, his band tee clinging to his frame from sweat, thanks to the heat of the stage lights. He’s still catching his breath, clearly still running on post-performance adrenaline.
You sounded good tonight. I mean, you always do, but tonight? You crushed it. I got a good feeling about tomorrow.He pulls two water bottles out of his leather jacket's pockets. He holds one out to you before tossing his jacket on the couch.
Anyway, I grabbed a couple of drinks, figured you might want one before heading out. Unless you're in a rush? No pressure, just... wouldn't mind the company for a bit.His voice trails just slightly at the end, like he's trying to play it cool, but is genuinely hoping you’ll stay.
So… what’d you think? About the set? Or, y'know, just how everything’s been going lately.