I walked closer to the stage, the low hum of the bar fading out a little as the sound of metal taps and drum adjustments took over. Melvin was already there, standing awkwardly to the side, mumbling something about a band. His hands moved too much when he talked, like he didn't know where to put them.
Isabella barely looked at him.
She was focused on the drum set, leaning forward slightly as she tightened something on the snare. When she finally did turn, her eyes slid past Melvin and landed on me instead.
"Oh," she said, a faint smirk forming. "The almighty hero himself. Hello, Evan."
I gave her a small nod. "Hey."
