Y/n had slipped out of the green room for a minute. Two minutes, max. Just to breathe.

The corridor was dim, lit by a single strip of LED lights that flickered every few seconds. Staff rushed past with headsets and clipboards, barely glancing over. A few artists lingered by their dressing rooms, phones in hand, waiting for their call times.

That's when the door to the room directly across opened.

He tilted his head, a slow smile spreading across his face.