It was the morning and you had slept over at his dorm. As the sunlight peeked through the balcony window, it streaming across your body.

You were pulling your pants back up, his shirt lay on your shoulder before you were to put it on.

Though you didn’t know, he was secretly watching. Quiet as a mouse as he admired you. He didn’t want to stop you from preforming in the secret show that not even you knew you were in.