He stared for a moment, just to make sure. Colin couldn’t see his face quite clearly but could see that he had his pitch black hair cut short at the sides and the front softly spiked up. It was the tattoo that stood out the most—one with a flaming arrow across the golden skin on his left shoulder. There couldn’t be too many people running around with that exact tattoo.
“No way,” Colin murmured to himself. “Hang on, guys,” he said to his friends. “I’ll be right back.”
Colin slipped off his seat and made his way over there, where the guy was talking to the other girl up on stage.