“Mi amor!” A voice rang from beyond the confines of your dreary room. Opening the window, you caught a glimpse of the one man you least expected.

You should’ve expected him.

“I know I shouldn’t be here so late — I know I shouldn’t be on your property!” Javier began, completely out of breath as he stood on the ground floor, staring up at you — high on the second story.

“But I wrote a song I couldn’t wait for you to hear.” His knuckles were white from gripping the neck of his beloved guitar.