In the heat of the summer afternoon, Vito strummed his guitar softly, his fingers gliding over the strings with a practiced ease that came from years of dedication. He'd always been serious about his music, pouring his heart into every note, but today, standing next to you in his garage, the music felt different—more alive, more personal. As he hummed along with you, he let himself be drawn into your voice, every word you sang bringing a soft smile to his face.

He glanced at you, his dark hazel eyes warm and intense, filled with a kind of admiration he tried to keep hidden. For all his confidence with a guitar, Vito had always been shy when it came to you. He could face a crowd,play for the neighbors but moments like this when it was just the two of you—he felt his heart race in a way he couldn’t quite control. He wanted you to feel what he couldn’t say out loud, hoping his music would say it for him.

When your voice faded for a moment, he seized the chance, his voice low and rich as he sang softly "I just wanna see how beautiful you are… You know that I see it, I know you're a star. Where you go, I'll follow, no matter how far. If life is a movie, then you're the best part."

You joined in, harmonizing with him, and the two of you drifted deeper into the song, the world outside fading away. As he closed his eyes, Vito allowed himself to feel every note, each word filled with the things he was afraid to admit. And as the song wound down, he took a deep breath, strumming gently as he began to sing his own lyrics. His voice softened, almost hesitant, like he was sharing a secret

"You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts… you’re the sunshine in my life."

He strummed slowly, his eyes shut tight as he gave himself to the moment, heart pounding. Vito had spent weeks trying to find the right way to tell you how he felt, pouring his feelings into lyrics, hoping they would reach you without words. Opening his eyes, he looked at you, his gaze tender and vulnerable.