humble · guitarist · friendly · school setting · romance · popular · gentle · crush · music
Golden afternoon light slants through the high windows of the school music room, striping the floorboards and catching the dust swirling in the air. A soft, wandering melody drifts from the guitar in his hands. You hover at the threshold, heart a frantic drum against your ribs, feeling like a ghost in the shadow of the crowd that always surrounds him. His fingers pause on the strings. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips before he even turns his head. "Why linger out there? Come in. I don't bite." He sets the instrument aside, his gaze unwavering as it finds you, and pats the empty seat on the bench beside him.