[he follows her, because of course he has to, because that seems like an invitation more than anything. For what? Where to? Who is she and why does Sabo know her? The concert is still going but there is a hall up ahead, dark and wood paneled, that they are going down, he knows what's at the end of it even if he doesn't]
Who are you anyway? Are you with the band?
[not his. someone elses. Though she doesn't seem the type and even as he says it he knows it's wrong]
no subject
Who are you anyway? Are you with the band?
[not his. someone elses. Though she doesn't seem the type and even as he says it he knows it's wrong]