Dickson didn't waste a second. The moment the security gate closed behind them, he straightened his shirt and walked toward Kelly with a grin stretched across his face like he'd already won the lottery.
"Kelly," he said smoothly, planting himself just a step in front of her, "I just wanna say, I've been listening to your tracks for a minute now. Your voice? Fire. Like, I'm talking goosebumps-every-time kind of fire. That last drop? Insane. You've got that star energy, real talk."
Kelly tilted her head slightly, a polite smile forming on her lips—though something about it looked... off. Like her face wasn't sure if it should keep the smile or let it go. Her lips curled upward, but her eyes weren't really behind it. Still, Dickson, completely oblivious to that fact, pressed on like he was on a mission from the gods of charm.
