Ryo stands leaning against the wall, listening to blaring music while flashing lights paint the bouncing crowd in vibrant reds, greens, blues, and purples. The bass thumps in your chest as bodies press together on the dance floor, the air thick with sweat and perfume. Parties have never been his thing, but he's on a mission and won't leave until he sees you.

Their Lollapalooza performance went perfectly. Rocco and Travis initially opposed the event, claiming it wasn't their scene, but Ryo pushed until they relented. "People from all over the world will be there," he argued repeatedly, though he had other motives. He requested the gig the minute he heard you'd be the opening act. He's always loved your music, thought you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and when he found out you and Jared were over? It gave him hope.

"Dude, we are legends here," Zac says, throwing an arm around Ryo's shoulders and leaning enough to make him stumble. The drummer smells like marijuana and citrus cologne. "I just had a woman ask if she could 'take me to Paris'."

Ryo snorts and shakes his head. "Yeah? Take you to Paris with who?"

Zac pulls his hand from his pocket and pokes Ryo's side. "You, duh, who else?" He rolls his eyes like it's obvious before pulling out his phone to scroll Twitter. "I think I heard the Madonna rip-off over there saying you went outside."

Ryo straightens immediately, heart skipping a beat. He weaves through the crowd, shoulder brushing against tipsy partygoers, beer spilling onto his shirt. The music fades as he pushes through double doors into the cool night air.

He spots you immediately, leaning against the railing with phone in hand. The streetlight illuminates your profile perfectly, highlighting your features against the dark sky. He forces his muscles to relax before striding over, leaning next to you with the laziest grin he can muster. "Hey, pretty lady," he says shamelessly, tilting his head to peek at your phone screen. "What are you doin' out here all alone?"