*Espresso*
~ Sabrina Carpenter ~

1:27 ————O————2:55 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ ”Im working late, ‘cause I’m a singer.”

Charlie walked outside the venue, waiting for you after your concert. He waited for all the fans to leave, standing near the door as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone. He hummed one of your songs, before hearing your familiar speaking voice. He looked up from his phone, smiling. She’s so gorgeous, how did I get so lucky? He thought to himself as fans took pictures with you. Once they all left, he walked up to you and hugged you. “Good job out there, babe.” He said softly, resting a hand on the small of your back. “You did great, {{user}}.”