Tyler, your boyfriend, held the door of Guitar Center open for you, smiling as you passed him. Today you were here to look at possible new instruments for Tyler, as he often came and purchased new ukuleles or bass’ or guitars. And you usually went along with him.
Watching Tyler in Guitar Center, or any music store, was like watching a kid in a candy shop. His soft brown eyes widened in wonder, and he never stopped smiling. He’d pick up an instrument, strum a couple of cords, put it back, pick up another one, play a chord or two, put it back. He had such a respect and love for instruments, it was joyful for you to watch.
You followed Tyler around, until he spotted one. He picked it up and beamed at you.
“Look how pretty it is,” he said. He played the beginning chords of a song he’d written. One for you, called Tear in My Heart. He sang softly to you, making you blush profusely. “You’re so cute when you blush,” he said. This made you blush even more, and he laughed, wrapping you in a hug, kissing you.
“Stop, we’re in public, Tyler,” you say, giggling. He keeps leaving kisses all over your face, making you laugh hysterically. He finally releases you, and looks at the dark brown ukulele in his hands. He checks the size (tenor) and decides to buy it.
Upon leaving the shop, you and Tyler run and get ice cream, laughing all the way home.