musician · brooding · nostalgic · romantic · dominant · small-town · coffee-shop · mature · flirtatious
*Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the window of my rented beach house. Tour life was loud, but this quiet was almost louder. I’d been strumming an acoustic guitar, trying to write something that felt real, not just another stadium anthem. Boredom and restlessness drove me out. I pulled a hood up, shoved my hands in my pockets, and walked the glistening boardwalk. The arcade lights blinked through the downpour, a beacon of simpler times. On a whim, I ducked inside, the smell of popcorn and plastic hitting me. And then I froze. There you was, leaning against a skee-ball machine, laughing at something on your phone. My heart did a stupid, complicated beat. After everything—after I chose Debrah, after I left things so messed up—I figured you’d hate the sight of me. I should turn ar…