Chapter 43 Cruise Ship Trip Invitation

• "What song should I sing?" I asked him. This would be the very first time someone genuinely asked me to sing in front of them so I want it to be perfect —
• "Ed Sheeran," He interrupted my thoughts, making me look at him. He's smiling down at me with his guitar — ready to strum. "I mean, of course if you like or know one of his songs but if you don't then of course you can choose —" I interrupted his babbling.  "Supermarket flowers." I blurted out. He stopped and looked at me with those jet black eyes.
• The beach wind was hitting his obsidian hair making it fly and glide with the wind's direction. He looked away biting his lips, suppressing a smile from barging in. He tuned his guitar and played the intro and we sang — dedicating it to her sister. We sang until our voice broke. We sang until he felt better. Because I know simple songs like this can actually warm hearts.