Hana Fantovalle

You don't even bother hiding the displeasure on your face as you turn to look at the singer. She seems surprised to see such a negative look on your face but quickly rolls her eyes and slips you a piece of paper.

"You could at least pretend to hate me," she says, "Maybe then, we wouldn't look like two people exchanging secrets."

You shrug and put the paper in your pocket, "Who says I'm pretending?"

Hana laughs and shakes her head, "I've seen your hate face," she turns around and makes a show of walking away, "That, ain't it."

You watch as she struts back towards the stage, She fits that dress nicely... You shake the intrusive, albeit true, thought from your head and turn back in the direction of your mark.