Jay lifted his eyes off the music sheet he had been writing
notes on and looked up at you, sitting on the floor with your legs crossed.
Considering the volume of your voice, he knew you were probably just talking to
yourself, and he felt bad. You’d been here for over an hour after coming from
work, waiting for him to finish rehearsing for tomorrow’s performance so you
two could go home.
You clicked your tongue and pressed your thumb on the screen
of your phone.
“Who’s cute?” He asked, tipping his head to the right to
catch your attention.
“Her,” you replied without looking at him, as if he was
seeing the same thing you were seeing. “She’s tough, I’m telling you.”
“So… she’s cute and tough?”
He put his pen to weigh down the sheet. Something in the way
you spoke and how your brows knotted made him really, really curious.