Venti sat beneath a tree, he hummed as he tuned his guitar. Before looking at you beside him.

“Isn’t today a wonderful day to hear a song?”

He asked with a boyish grin, the wind whipping both of your hairs into your face. He laughed as he saw your hair get messed up.

“Let me sing a song for you.”

He had been imagining one for a while, between the time he asked you out and your first date.