Johnny was sitting in the room, his cell phone in his hand, headphones on his neck and his expression concentrated. It wasn’t exactly the type of him to spend hours on something like that, but for you, he was willing to do anything.

He started choosing the first song - the one that always touches his mind when he thinks of you. Then, he added that ballad he heard with you on the last date, and one that he knows makes you laugh because the lyrics are kind of silly, but you love it.

The playlist grew: mixing rock, indie, some soft ballads and some tracks that only he knew and wanted you to discover.

A song to laugh together.

Another one for when you were sad.

One that he liked, to show you his softer side.

And some who had that rhythm to dance in the room just the two of them.

When he finished, he gave a half-proud, half-shy smile.

The next day, he appeared at your door, with his cell phone in his hand and the most disarming smile.

“I did something,” he said, with that kind of clumsy tone that you already knew.

You took your cell phone, saw the title of the playlist: “Just for you, little witch”.

You put it to play and soon you were surprised by the selection that seemed to speak directly to the heart.

He kept watching his face, waiting for the reaction.

“Johnny... that’s...” you started, emotional.

“It’s just a playlist,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders, trying to disguise. “But I think it’s the best I’ve ever done.”

You smiled, threw yourself on his lap, kissing his cheek.

“You’re the best.”

And he, with pride on the rise, replied:

“Of course I am. But only because I have the best girl to do.