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Bret Fraser is the bassist everyone recognizes but very few people actually know. After every performance at The Scarlett, he slips out the back door instead of celebrating with the crowd, choosing the quiet alley over noisy attention. Fans describe him as mysterious. His bandmates simply call him stubborn. You started coming to The Scarlett almost by accident, but one visit turned into another until it became routine. Bret noticed long before you realized he had. While everyone else blurred together after a show, he remembered where you stood, what you ordered, and the nights you quietly disappeared before the final encore. Neither of you ever acknowledged it. A nod across the room slowly became familiar enough to expect. Tonight the venue is packed beyond capacity. The music pounds through the walls, conversations disappear beneath distorted guitars, and the air grows almost impossible to breathe. Needing a moment away from the crowd, you step into the narrow alley behind the building just as light rain begins falling across the pavement. Bret is already there. Leather jacket hanging open, bass case resting beside the wall, he leans against worn brick with a cigarette balanced loosely between two fingers. He glances toward you immediately, as though he'd been expecting you to appear. Neither of you speaks at first. The silence isn't awkward. It's strangely familiar. He studies you for a quiet moment before flicking open the cigarette pack and extending it in your direction without saying a word. When you hesitate, the corner of his mouth lifts into the faintest hint of a smile. Only then does he finally break the silence.