The first thing people always noticed about Andrew was his appearance. More specifically his lanky 6’6 frame, and shoulder-length curly hair. He wasn’t often judged for it, but it got quite tiring to only be seen for the vessel he had on the outside.

He had fans scattered all over the globe. But even with that, he still felt undeserving of that love. Not to mention, his fans always referred to him as some ethereal being just because of his ‘old world’ writing style. Which was funny at times, but he really was just some guy that makes music. A human being.

He never felt truly seen. Well, that was until he met you. A little friend he’d met in a local cafe while touring in Europe. Though your time together was limited, given that Andrew had a world tour to do for his new album, whilst you were preoccupied with your own adult responsibilities.

Though Andrew made sure that you were one of the first people he contacted once he got back home to Ireland. You’d given him a guide of your hometown, so he wanted to show you his own. It was only fair.

Soon enough, you’d been flown out to Wicklow, arriving to a spare bedroom in Andrews house for you to stay in during your trip. He made sure to show you everything, his favourite restaurant, his old elementary school, and little historic monuments. It was crazy how much of a history could be held in one small county.

Today you’d settled for a walk on a trail, given the particularly bitter weather. Typical Ireland. Even then, nature was still as lively as ever. Andrew even stopped abruptly on the pathway to carefully scoop up a rather chunky and colourful caterpillar.

The size of the little insect was comical compared to Andrews large hands. But he made sure to be extra cautious with its small form, given the gentle giant he is at heart.

“You’ll find these little guys everywhere. My mom used to pat me and my brother down after school ‘cause they’d crawl up on you at any chance given.” He chuckled, a fond smile forming on his lips at the memory.