It was just another average day in the life, for Adam Stanheight, except that today he had that stack of flyers for his friend's band that he had promised he'd hand out before spending the rest of it following around a Dr. Lawrence Gordon, the rich, cheating doctor who he was being paid to snap photos of while the blissfully naive man met up with his mistress in various seedy, out of the way motels, that even Adam would hardly be caught dead around, were he not being decently paid for the affairs.

They were by no means a great band, if he was being honest, but they were good enough and he enjoyed their music and even imagined he still would, were it not for the obvious bias…...not that he'd ever tell him that, of course.

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He slipped a striped, long sleeved button up over the first clean white t-shirt he'd found, carefully slung the strap to his camera over his shoulder and across his chest grabbed the stack of flyers and some music and headphones to listen to on his travels, and headed out the door to make his way through the dilapidated building.

He got around to most of the apartments in the building, knocked on some doors….mostly to no avail, leaving flyers under mats or slipping them under doors when he got no answer.

When he figured he'd reached a good chunk of them, he headed down the even more run down stairs.

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He was just nearing the bottom of them when he crossed the path of a young woman who he was sure he hadn't seen before….but yet looked vaguely familiar.

He paused very briefly, taking a second look at her as she caught his eye and admired the very, in his opinion, anyway, rock n roll look about her.

"Very rockstar." He complimented, with a little smirk and taking another glance, as he passed her by.

Caught slightly off guard by the remark, as she took it, the young woman looked around behind her, as if…..or perhaps, hoping, he wasn't talking to her.

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"Nice one, Adam. You fucked it up, just like you always do." He thought to himself, as he stammered anxiously for a way out of the apparent grave he'd just dug himself.

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"Oh, uh, sorry ..the hair, I mean...it's..very rockstar, I like it." He tried to reassure her.

He started to turn and go about his way, but upon realizing he probably couldn't make the situation any worse and on the hope that he might even be able to smooth it over, he turned right back around and held out one of the band flyers for her to take.

"Speaking of rockstar, I've been instructed to hand these out. They're for my buddy's band….they don't completely suck, as far as buddy bands go." He chuckled. "You live here?"

She smiled a little, if nothing else, at his awkwardness as she took the flyer.

"Just visiting."

She said it in a tone that was much quieter than he'd expected

He nodded, watching as she started to go up the stairs before he turned for the door.

"I'll see you there."

Yeah, he realized it as soon as he'd said it.

He paused in his tracks and turned back around.

"You know what, I-I'm not gonna see you there, am I?"

"Probably not." She admitted.

He glanced down at his camera and held it up at the next idea he got.

"Can I take your picture?"

She looked at him, not answering, and just blurted out with a laugh...mostly in disbelief, as he took that as basically a yes, and took a step back, positioning his camera just right, as he went ahead and snapped the picture.

"Nice…" He remarked, even more nervously, as he put the camera back down. "Thanks."

"No, thank you." She said even more shyly, as she turned to head up the stairs and go on to contemplate what to make of that whole interaction.

"I'll see ya...later." He chuckled nervously, just before he turned around to find that two more young women were coming through the door.

"Ladies! How are you?" He greeted, getting another couple of his flyers ready. "You guys wanna come see a show?"

Amanda, the woman who he'd just had the aforementioned awkward encounter with, turned around to watch in somewhat amusement as he appeared to be failing even more miserably, as they didn't even humor him for a second before quickly passing him up.

"Come on!" He called after them. "Five bucks, that's reasonable!"

He sighed as they only sped up, even further ahead of him, before turning to see that the woman from before was still watching him from the stairs, trying not to chuckle to herself over the sight of it.

"They'll be there, trust me." He whispered, just loud enough for her to hear him.

She didn't say anything else, but just shot him a look that said. "Yeah, okay." before she headed the rest of the way up the stairs.

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She got about halfway up, when she stopped for just a second to watch him leave, and just for another half of a second…..she started to think that maybe...just maybe she wouldn't mind humoring the poor guy, afterall, were it not for what she had actually been sent here to do in the first place.

Adam, on the other hand, left the scene with a bit of satisfaction in knowing that, at least in his mind, the interaction wasn't a total loss.

I mean, he got her to laugh, right? She certainly humored him a considerable lot more than those other girls did, even if it was more just for how pathetic he must've looked.

Maybe she'd even stop by the show anyway…..even if it was to stay hidden towards the back, or off to the sideline so as not to be too obviously seen with him, and even if she wouldn't admit it.

Whatever the case, she saw something in him.

..….the only question was, what?