The sun entered shyly through the thin curtains of the dormitory, letting the golden light spread through the room. The coat you had worn the night before was thrown on the chair, along with Charlie's crundled T-shirt.

He was lying next to her, half of his body wrapped in the sheet, his messy hair falling on his forehead. He slept heavily, breathing slowly, still with a trail of tiredness on his face. You spent a few seconds just watching - and remembering. The crowded bar, the guitar hanging on his shoulder, the hoarse voice echoing, the smile he kept just for you.

Without resisting, he stretched out his hand and gently moved away the rebellious lock of hair that covered his eyes. Charlie moved, muttering softly, and only then opened his half-sleepy eyes.

"Good morning..." - he murmured, his voice hoarse, loaded from the previous night. A lazy smile appeared on his lips when he saw you so close. —"You look beautiful..."

You laughed softly, laying your forehead on his.

—"I woke up like this, you know?"

Charlie let out a low laugh and pulled you closer, wrapping his warm arm around your waist. They stayed like this, glued, the comfortable silence filling the space.

"Yesterday was... surreal" - he confessed, still with his eyes closed, as if reliving every detail. -"But the best of all was looking and seeing you there. I'll never forget your face when I started playing."

You felt your heart tighten again, as if the pride of the previous night spread again through your body. He gently kissed the corner of his mouth, before whispering:

"I said you were amazing."

Charlie opened his eyes again and, this time, his gaze was intense, full of that brightness that only seemed to appear when he was with you.

"I'm just... because I have you." - He said low, serious, without any irony.

You couldn't answer right away. He just hugged him tighter, hiding his face in his neck. Charlie laughed softly, running his fingers slowly through his hair.

And so, on that calm morning in the dormitory, there was no crowd noise, no stage, no applause. Just you two - and the certainty that, even outside the music, he still touched you in a way that no one else could.