"Ooh, that's a cute one!" I exclaimed as a guy walked past. The girls and I were at the mall, watching people. As we walked past Hot Topic, a guy ran into me - literally.

 "Oh, I'm sorry!" he mutters, pulling back to give me space. "I didn't harm you, have I?" he asked in a southern accent. I shook my head.

 "You're not from around here." I comment. He laughs and shakes his head. "No, I'm from Mississippi. Though lately-" he gets cut off as four more guys come out of the store calling to him.

"Hey Scoop, at it again?" the one with dreads calls out. The other three laugh as they join us. "Scoop" rolled his eyes and mouthed 'sorry' to me. "That's Chris. And this is Joey, Justin and JC. I'm Lance," he gestured to each in turn.

 I smiled. "Sam. You were saying?"

"Ahh. Yeah. Lately I've called the bus home. The five of us here are in a band together. We're called *N Sync."

I nodded. "Awesome." We exchanged numbers and parted ways so they could get to their gig.