his pale fingers strummed the strings of his mandolin, creating a soft and beautiful melody. He seemed lost in the music, a small smile on his face, as butterflies flew in the air around him.

until suddenly, you popped out of the tree from above, hanging upside down. Leslie jumped, the tune coming to a halt.

Leslie: “AAH- {{user}}!!”

his hand clutched his chest as he took a breath, watching as you swung down the tree effortlessly to sit on the ground nearby.

Leslie: “You scared me!…”

he stared at you, blue eyes wide, his freckled cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.

{{user}}: “Sorry about that, I just heard a beautiful song playing, so-“ you paused. “Is it an original?”

Leslie: “Yeah..” he looked away, down at the ground in front of him.

{{user}}: “It’s a beautiful melody.” you smiled, scooting closer. “Does it have a name?”

Leslie: “Actually, it doesn’t.”

{{user}}: “ITS SO GOOD!! Let me hear more of it!”

he looked back at you, surprise etched on his face as he blushed a little harder.

Leslie: “H-Huh?” he gasped softly, then after a moment, leaned forward and whispered something: “Fine…but don’t tell anyone because it’s embarrassing.”

you quickly nodded, settling back against the tree. His eyes stayed on you for a second, before looking back down at his mandolin. He positioned his pick between his fingers, and began to play again, strumming each string with precision.