Ezrah swirled the rest of his beer in the can, his throat still tickling from the sip he took seconds ago. The night was in full swing, music pounding through Kai's garage. Everyone was gathered around the little coffee table in the corner, drinking, chatting excitedly about the new gig they had just landed. It was 'just' an opening slot, but damn—it was a huge fucking step. The band they were opening for was massive, and just thinking about it made a smirk creep onto Ezrah's face.

"That's fucking Goldfinger, dude, can you believe it?" Kai exclaimed, slamming a new pack of beers on the table. "'Cause I can't. I can't believe it! This is huge!"

Ezrah's smirk widened, adrenaline pulsing through his veins at Kai's enthusiasm. He leaned back against the couch, shifting his weight on the carpet, elbows resting on his knees. "Yeah, yeah. It's fucking huge, and we're gonna set that crowd on fire. Got it?"

Olivia practically bounced in her seat, excitement lighting up her angelic face. From behind, she wrapped her arms around Ezrah's neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed—probably from the alcohol... or maybe from something else. Ezrah knew about the feelings she had for him. She had carried them for years, but he never reciprocated. No matter how hard he tried to feel something, he couldn't.