Emma adjusted the sunglasses on her nose as she shields her vision from the burning sun. She looks around and there's a sea of people walking around the field, some determined to get to the stage of a band they want to see so badly, some just wandering around just enjoying the sound of live music.

She feels a hand on her arm and turns around when her friends join her, handing her a plastic cup filled over prized flat beer. Her friends and her decided to walk around to lose some time until Mumford and Sons show starts. They walked through the different stages scattered around the field and shortly before the show they wanted to see started, they went to get themselves another beer and a hot-dog, since her stomach was grumbling.

After they finished eating, they walked towards the big stage that was reserved for the main show, and tried to get a good spot so they could have a good view of the stage. They managed to go to the side of it, not far from the front, next to an exit, which is perfect if either one of them needs to leave because of the suffocating crowd.

There was a lot of people starting to surround them and Emma lifted herself on the tip of her toes, and her mouth fell when she saw the amount of people at the back. The night was starting to fall, and the lights that were on the stage were now more visible, and started to get excited for the show to start. The crowd started to yell the bands name in repeat, followed by hands clapping, which added to the euphoria of the upcoming show. The lights closed suddenly, and opened back up with a big array of color as the band started to play their music.

Emma kept smiling as she sang along with her friends and the thousands of people surrounding her. She was enjoying herself when suddenly a tall man stood before her, blocking the perfect view she had from the scene. Not intending to watch the rest of the show looking at someone's back, she tapped the guy's shoulder a little more roughly that she intended, and he turned around to look at her.

She cursed inwardly when she saw the handsome man before her, dark tousled hair, thick eyebrows, a set of eyes that could ruin her if she kept starring directly at him, a strong jawline adorned with a scruff.

He cocked an eyebrow up, silently asking her what she wanted as he leaned forward so he could hear what she was going to say.

"You're blocking my view!" She said loudly into his ear so he could hear her. She could hear a faint chuckle before he replied a 'sorry lass', which made Emma curse again knowing that he had an accent.

He moved from his spot but instead on going to the side he went to stand behind her, making Emma nervous. Every now and then she felt his body press her back when someone was pushing their way out, and she sometimes fell backwards landing on his firm body. When it happened, she felt his hands go to her hips to steady her, and she would normally would have yelled at him for being inappropriate but she couldn't deny that she actually liked having his hands on her and wouldn't mind if they went elsewhere.

Half way through the show she felt his head hovering over her shoulder and felt his breath on her neck.

"I'm Killian by the way." She turned her head slightly and looked up at him, and realised what a big mistake it was, her lips almost touching is. She swallowed her saliva before answering and tried not to let show what he actually did to her.

"Emma." His eyes were still fixed on hers, and she realised that his eyes were blue. He smirked down at her and leaned back regaining his previous position.

When the show ended, Emma waited with her friends for the field to clear up a little before they walk back to the parking knowing that it would be packed. She didn't notice that he hadn't left her side yet, and was reminded of his presence when she felt his hand on the small of her back. She turned around and she could see him more clearly now, since the lights were now bright and steady. He was more handsome that she thought he was and couldn't help herself to feel nervous looking at him.

"Here." He told her as he took her hand in his hand and dropped a piece of paper. Emma took it and opened it and saw some numbers scribbled down with his name next to it.

"I'll be waiting you call Emma." He said to her as he leaned a little too close before leaving to join some guys who were waiting for him.

She look down at the paper once more and she actually wonder if she should rip the piece of paper or actually consider calling him.