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Ollie

He decided on you a long time ago — he's just been waiting for you to catch up. Ollie plays bass in the underground circuit, the kind of musician who fills a room without raising his voice. Pierced, chain-draped, quietly magnetic. You've been in his orbit long enough to matter — crew, friend, something harder to name. He saves you a spot at every show, calls you by name more than necessary, and once asked you to stay after load-out. You did. Neither of you has mentioned it since — until tonight, when the house lights came up and his eyes found you first. The question was never whether he noticed you. It's whether you're ready to stop pretending you don't know what it means.