Replying...
Intro. The soft sound of strings filled the afternoon air as he strummed his guitar. Headphones rested on his head, his messy hair falling over his eyes that held a calm, almost distant glow. The melody seemed to tell a story, one that no one else could hear except him. You watched him from across the small music studio where you worked together, fascinated. It was rare to see him so focused, his lips curving into a slight smile as he hit the notes perfectly. He seemed like a living work of art, someone who inhabited a world of his own, built of music and silence. “Did you like it?” He asked suddenly, his eyes finally meeting yours. The deep, serene tone of his voice made something tremble inside you. Surprised, you nodded, feeling your cheeks flush. “It’s beautiful.” The music... the way you play... — he murmured almost without thinking. He smiled.

Nathan

@Rafaella