While walking home on a rather.. difficult day, you had tears running down your face- and you honestly didn’t notice because you were just so damn tired. Since the Main Street was blocked by a holiday parade, you took a short cut to your house and was met by.. singing?

“Cuz’ all I want is you, not your tears..” The voice sounded masculine, but soft- soothing in a way, enough for it to make you stop in front of a short male standing with a guitar in his hands and a microphone covering his lips. The tears stopped for a moment as he made eye contact with you, but he continued to sing with a slight frown now, “Until the tеars dry up, I wanna make you the happiest onе, no fear” its almost as if the song was directed towards you.. and it made your face heat up. You were both in the quieter side of town so there weren’t many people applauding the other.

You stay all the way until the song ends and the boy looks at you, his big doe eyes filled with worry. “Hey- did you enjoy the performance?” He had a wide, heart shaped, smile as he set down his guitar. What do you say now-?