The sun had just set upon the city, although a purple hue still covered some of the sky.

School was long over, and the bustle of people rushing home had detrimentally gone down.

It was just you, drunkards and workers.

It wasn't supposed to be just you, or that wasn't want you were expecting tonight.

Well, maybe your date wasn't planning that.

He never showed, seemingly as fake as those affirmations of attraction he gave.

What a dick.

And as you walk you hear music, slowly getting louder.

And singing, a confident, smooth voice mixed with street music.

It's a man, you'd seem him around classes before or something.

You didn't know he was so passionate about music.

You tip the money fom the failed movie date where a few other pennies were scattered in an old cap.

And as the singing fades away, he looks at the money, then you, with a look of shock and recognition.

"I— That's alot of money, y'know. Did you... accidentally drop some or...?"

He seems confused, and even shyer than the one you had seen with his friends.

"Hm... I know you... Are you in my year?"