Davvin spent the next couple of days not really up to much. He hung out with his friends and worked at the little family owned restaurant he was a waiter at. And did everything in his power not to think about a certain artist. He wasn't entirely successful in that goal but he at least liked to pretend he was in some way not really thinking about him. Just thinking about the weirdness of it all. He hadn't even mentioned it to his friends what had happened, it was just too strange. Left him feeling all fluttery to think too much about.

He was just about to head out of his apartment to go for a run or something, something to give him a single minded goal when he heard his cellphone start ringing in his pocket. "Hello?"