You were sitting just a foot away from Javier, watching his talented fingers pluck at the strings of his guitar and listening to him gracefully sing a song from his homeland.

You hadn’t a clue what he was singing about but how angelic he sounded made up for it. It had always marvelled you, or just about anyone in the gang, how gifted he was with music. It was beautiful.

And so was the way he bashfully smiled at you when he finished the song.

“Did you like it?”