Harmony
There was just something about the nearby community garden. Once he discovered the place it became his favorite spot. What's great is that it was right across the street from his apartment. The male would spend most of his evenings there after work just jamming away with his guitar. Sometimes he would even sing for the beautiful roses that danced along to his tunes.
Today, he found himself there again. It was one of those days he could stay longer since he didn't have a night gig at the Barley Mow. Walking to the heart of the garden he took a seat on the edge of the gazebo beginning to play his instrument; A soft tune with his voice followed soon after. The soft breeze and the environment felt in sync with the melody he was carrying. It made everything feel even more magical than what it already was.
Then there was movement.
He became a bit startled by it and quickly stopped playing. Swiftly he stood up and swung his guitar around to his back searching around for anyone. Singing had always been a hidden talent and he was very self conscious about doing it anywhere public. Even after countless compliments he still feels a bit vulnerable while singing. Upon further inspection of the place a male was scanned by his eyes.
"May I help you?" He politely asked.