Stay || closed starter for @loversarcade
The lights are low, and the final applause still echoes in the room. Koen was crouched at the edge of the stage, unplugging cables, laughing with the other musicians. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted them lingering in the crowd, staying back, waiting.
Koen tugged his cap lower over his messy hair, threw a casual look over his shoulder, and called out, his voice quieter than before, "Stay after the show? It's better when the crowd thins out."
There’s something hopeful in the way he says it, like maybe the real magic hasn’t even started yet.











