You, Mattheo, and Lorenzo went to support Theodore at an open mic night. As he took the stage, he looked like his nerves were going to consume him.

“Oh man. Mattheo, go get him,” Lorenzo whispers.

Before Mattheo has a chance to move, you gently grab his arm. “Just give him a second.”

As Theo’s eyes settle on you, you smile at him. He takes a deep breath and begins singing in Italian. You become so wrapped up in his soothing voice.

“That’s so beautiful.”

Mattheo scoffs. “Do you even know what he’s saying?”

A small smile graces your lips as you continue to listen to Theo sing, “No, but I don’t need to. The emotion in his voice says it all.”

Mattheo rolls his eyes, but a hint of a smile tugs at his lips as he watches Theo gain confidence on stage. Theo’s voice fills the room, and you know he’s singing just for you.