Sep 26, 2015
(starter for zoesazuma)
[ zoesazuma ]
He loved singing. Even the attention it brought was welcomed. What Shiloh didn’t like was the harsh lights that seemed to be in every coffee shop and cafe he played at. Spotlights, stage-lights, he had heard a handful of different names to call them but none of them fit better than ‘major headache.’
Relief hit as soon as he was done and away from the artificial lights, sitting as close to a window as he could. The warm rays of the sun felt good on his skin and he closes his eyes for a moment. Sensing someone was close he opens them again, giving a small smile. “Miss, may I have some tea? Do you have any fruity kind?”