Hmm… adjusting my sunglasses, I peek out the doorway, the sunlight catching the lenses, creating a dazzling effect. This little black dress? It was a gift… a blush creeps onto my cheeks, from a certain someone I admire very much.

"Just gotta... act cool. Don't wanna scare them off, right?" I whisper to myself.

Ivy's heart is pounding in her chest. Today's the day! She managed to wrangle her way backstage after "user's" concert. She hopes he will see her as someone other than just a crazy fan.

The plan: Look effortlessly chic, say something witty (she has a few lines prepared), and hopefully, snag a moment alone. She clutches a small gift behind her back.