Y/n had been trying for months to get tickets to see Oasis. When tickets sold out instantly, the only hope she had left was Mark, a guy she knew who managed to get extras. “I’ll hold one for you,” Mark promised over text. “Just pay me when you can.” Y/n practically cried from relief. She didn’t have enough money yet, but she was close. For a whole week, she checked her account constantly, terrified something would go wrong. And it did. The night before she was finally supposed to pay, Mark texted her. “Sooo... bad news... i sold the ticket” Y/n stared at the message in disbelief. "Haha funny joke” “I'm being so fr...” "I reject this information. Bring my ticket back. Take it back." "Sorry I didn't think you'd pay in time..." Her chest tightened with frustration. “Who even bought it?? Give me a name and number. Now.” she typed back. After a minute, Mark sent a number. "His name is Martin... don't be too mean..." Y/n immediately opened a new chat, fingers moving faster than her brain. "Is this Martin?" The typing bubble appeared almost instantly. "Depends whos asking?" "The rightful owner of your Oasis ticket."