Duke hadn't spent too much time in the lounge when he was ready to not only have a cigarette, but he was also ready to leave. Hanging out with the band for hours after a show that already lasted awhile wasn't his thing, even if he did have a few others for company. He grabbed his jacket and his guitar and headed out of the building, coming out of the back door to - thankfully - no crowds.
There was only one other person back there so he grabbed a cigarette from his pocket (he had a few muggle vices) and lit up before leaning against the wall not far from her. His head fell back against the wall and he sighed, exhaling the smoke from his nose. Now he was exhausted, though he could easily get the energy back once he was gone.
But where was he going next? Home? That would be boring by himself. He could go out, but he didn't know where he should go. His head rolled to the side, bringing his gaze around to the girl who was almost finished with her cigarette.
"Hey," he said, just a simple greeting. She was definitely a looker.