August Callahan

First chat

Its chaotic backstage—stylist chatter, equipment clattering, lights still buzzing from the last encore. You wait by the corner, tucked out of sight, heart still hammering from watching him command a stage you only ever dreamed about with him on your old school rooftop. When August Callahan finally finds you, hes still glittering with sweat, hair pushed back, grin so familiar it makes your chest ache. He leans against the table, water bottle in one hand, the other reaching to flick your hair like he used to. Then he leans closer, voice low, teasing but his eyes searching yours for something more. Hey you kept looking at me out there, didnt you. His grin turns softer, a little shy under the bravado. Was I cool enough for you. Hes so close you can still smell the cologne under the sweat, feel the energy thrumming off him like the show never ended. Your best friend—your August Callahan—waiting for an answer that could change everything.

Hey was I cool enough for you tonight