From Frost to Flame

Part 27- The Kiss & Chaos

As Pete recognized his favorite singer, Tharn, his heart skipped a beat. His eyes lit up, and without thinking, he began humming along to the melody. The soulful sound wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into the moment. Porsche and Kinn exchanged a knowing look, clearly delighted by Pete's excitement. But there was someone else who seemed to take in the scene with a quiet smile.

Kinn smirked at Vegas, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Vegas, ever the professional at hiding his emotions, grabbed a glass of water and took a long sip as if the water could somehow cool the growing heat of Kinn's teasing.

 Kinn couldn't help but laugh, watching Vegas attempt to play it cool. "You know," Kinn said with a grin, "drinking water won't stop the blush, Vegas." 

While Pete, blissfully unaware of the playful tension swirling around him, remained completely lost in the music, his focus entirely consumed by the smooth melody. It was as if the world around him faded into the background, leaving only the captivating voice of Tharn and the rhythm of the song.

"I wish I could get his autograph," Pete murmured, a dreamy smile tugging at his lips. "Ahhh, he's my favorite singer. This is insane!"

Kinn raised an eyebrow, enjoying Pete's enthusiasm. "Just an autograph? What about a photo? You can get a picture with him too."

"WHAT?!" Pete's jaw dropped, his excitement palpable. "Can I really get a photo with him? Tell me, Kinn! Please, tell me I can!"

Kinn grinned, clearly enjoying this moment. "Oh, you absolutely can. We know him personally. Actually..." He glanced at Vegas, a playful twinkle in his eye, "he's a special friend of ours—especially Vegas's. They studied together in college."

Pete whipped his head toward Vegas, his eyes wide with disbelief, his face lighting up with hope. "Vegas..." he whispered, his voice almost a plea, "Can you help me get an autograph? And a photo? Please? He's my favorite, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance!"

Vegas looked at Pete, his expression unreadable at first. But Pete's big, hopeful eyes—those irresistible doe eyes—were enough to soften even him. He didn't say anything at first, but Pete, noticing the silence, sighed, disappointment flashing in his face.

"It's okay, Vegas," Pete said softly, trying to hide the sadness creeping in. "If you can't help me, it's fine. I won't pressure you."

Just as Pete began to turn away, a soft voice broke through.

"Pete."
He slowly turned towards Vegas, his eyes wide. "Yes, Vegas?"

Vegas looked at him, his voice calm but firm. "I can help you... I mean, I will help you get what you want."

Pete's face lit up with excitement. "Really, Vegas?" he asked, his voice rising with hope.

"Yes, Pete," Vegas replied with a small nod.

Without warning, Pete leaped from his seat and enveloped Vegas in a tight hug, almost knocking him over. "Thank you, Vegas! Thank you so much!" Pete squealed in delight. And in the rush of excitement, he planted a quick kiss on Vegas's cheek before hugging him again.

Vegas froze. His mind short-circuited for a moment as he processed what had just happened. His usual composure was nowhere to be found as Pete, blissfully unaware of the chaos he had caused, hugged him again in excitement. Vegas's eyes widened slightly, his thoughts scattered.

Meanwhile, Kinn and Porsche, who had been watching the whole scene unfold, exchanged glances that were pure mischief. Both struggled to hold back their laughter. They bit their lips, trying to stay serious, but it was clear they were about to burst.