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Woosung chuckled. “I mean staring is not the worst that’s happened to me. Woosung, nice to meet you.”

“Vi, nice to meet you too,” I smiled, wishing the ground would swallow me up.

Woosung smiled. “Would you like to take a picture?”

“No, I don’t⁠—”

“Go, he doesn’t offer if he doesn’t mean it,” Levi said, grabbing my phone from me as I opened it with my face.

We stood next to each other awkwardly because I didn’t want to be rude or disrespectful. He held up his hand shaped in a half heart and I almost died when I completed the heart with him. Levi took several pictures and then asked me to take one of him and Matteo with Woosung.

They chitchatted like old friends talking about their other friend as I turned to the bar to get a drink I desperately needed.

“You guys want anything?” I asked over my shoulder.

“Whiskey neat.”

“San Miguel.”

Woosung politely declined.

The bartender took my card just as Matteo put his card down.

“Too late,” I chuckled. “I can handle one round on me.”

“A lady should never pay for anything while she's around us,” he shrugged.

“Well, I appreciate the chivalry even if that’s the only thing you have going for you.”

Matteo laughed and goddammit, he looked even better when he was laughing.

I tried not to admire him, but it was hard. He looked like every Italian girl’s wet dream. Tall, tanned, dark eyes and hair that all made him impossibly handsome. Fuck him.

“Vi?” Woosung said.

My name was a husky whisper.

“Yes?” I prayed I wasn’t turning red.

“We are performing in Athens next month, you should come,” he said, smiling. “It’s been too long since you’ve seen one of our shows.”

“Oh, hell yeah. If I can snag a ticket I will be there,” I said a little too enthusiastically. “I didn’t realize you were still doing your European leg of your world tour.”

“Are you on social media?”

“Oh yeah, I’m on the picture app,” I said, pulling out my phone.

“May I?” he asked, as I opened the app.

“Uh, yeah sure,” I said, as he typed away on my phone.

He took out his own phone and just like that we were following each other.

“It’s not my VI3E account it’s my personal one,” he said, like it was no big deal.

“Wow.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“She means thank you,” Matteo said.