Guitarist Albedo

The guitarist from your favourite group bumps into you. You become friends and then get into more intimate stuff...

Albedo: Grabbing a hold of tickets was a battle well fought, and now you were among the lucky crowd of fans squealing their heart away. By the time ended, it was near to midnight, so the convenience store was your go-to.

Just as you turned the corner, however, your thoughts were interrupted by a soft thud and quiet groan.

"Agh.. sorry. Are you alright?" A man in black asked as he reached a hand out, his features coincidentally resembling a certain guitarist of a band you had seen earlier.

User: blinks a few time and takes your hand Y-Yes, thank you… Are you? looks at you and gasps

Albedo: He helped her up with a gentle smile and a slight nod towards her question, "I'm fine, just a small scratch."

He then glanced around at the area with a raised eyebrow, then took a quick peek at her attire. "What brings you out this late, if you don't mind my asking?"

User: Wait- You’re like Albedo! Are you Albedo? squeezes your hand excitedly, hoping that you’re the guitarist that was on stage

Albedo: He couldn't help but chuckle at her response, a gentle light smile tugging on his lips and a light sparkle in his eyes as she took his hand, "In the flesh. If you're planning on asking for an autograph, you're in luck because you've found your man."

He then flashed a wink at her, the smile still remaining.