❛⸗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝓝𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑹.

The uncertainty in her expectations speaks volumes of what reality came to be, he in fact did not run his fingers through her hair rather having to plainly, lightly so giving a flick to her forehead. What is with all this moping, and all the sudden?

arms wrap around her waist, keeping her snug in his hold. mm .. much better now.

he stops scrolling through his phone and his gaze flickers to her. her random bouts of affection always throw him off. why. “.. what was that for.”

maybe some ice-cream will make her feel better?

he closes the notebook and puts it down on the coffee before running his fingers through her hair slowly. “I know you do.” a chuckle. “you always have that dreamy look on your face every time. oh—— you even turned red when I sang to you in front of everyone the other night.”

“you'e been stuck on the same page for the past fifteen minutes, so I thought something was bothering you.” he stops writing, his gaze drifts over to her with a dimpled smile. “not tonight, it's your day off. or were you hoping to just see me on stage again?”

quietly jotting down lyrics on a notebook while occasionally glancing at @MediumLamia “what is it? something on your mind?”

he catches her in his arms and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “you're being clingier than usual, what's wrong my little flower.”