music blasted on your phone as you sing along, not realizing how loud you were getting. you heard a floor board creak on your front porch, you stopped, and put your phone down, looking out the window and seeing a guy, sitting on the steps, humming along to the music. You open your door, and he jumps up, his red hair falling in his eyes

“Oh! I um- Hi! I’m Jackson! I heard your singing and I just had to keep listening!”

he brushes his hair out of his face