Stay, please.
There’s someone…..someone familiar on the sidewalk.
“Sorry, I’m late!”
Rumpled shirt and frayed trousers.
“So much work to deal with, I tell you….”
Head leaned back against the worn bench, eyes closed. A small frown.
“….Simply won’t leave me, honestly,”
Earplugs stuffed lazily in and instantly a smile blooming out.
“But here I am now….”
Long fingers drumming in a tense rhythm, tatty loafers tapping along.
“….Your date!”
A soft sigh like all worries are bleeding out too slowly; blond wisps fluttering softly in the gentle breeze.
“No!”
“Excuse me?”
“I – er, no – I mean, I’m sorry. I …. I – I can’t – ”
“Wait! – Harry!”
He hears the sound of my name being called as I walk out and he looks up.
I…..I can’t look away.
Eyes closed back, his smile widens.
And the song goes on.