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And then he started to hum

I was by the couch, unable toIt was Lucas; I could see patches of his red hair reflecting in the a the piano keys He was the main rapper and the one that I had to watch the most despite his meanness

I wasn’t sure if I should tell hiured he wasn’t the type to be excited that the water girl was spying on him

But the round

He was singing it in Korean

And it was everything

Beautiful

Effortless

He had a voice that was both raspy and deep but had just the right amount of ease that you wanted to close your eyes

This This hy I was here

For raphic, everything

For these huge

When music communicated for you when the notes had no choice but to bravely shout their truth, de the world listen

I didn’t realize I was crying until my chin tickled as a tear dripped from it My throat felt sore and heavy as he jerked his head up and shoved the piano bench back

“I’m sorry,” I rasped “That was beautiful I didn’t ht cheek

He scowled and then slowly h I was about to get told off in a very graphic and aggressive way

When he was right in front of ers, he narrowed his eyes, said soently reached out and wiped the tear fro the room

Was he ? Or mad that I’d listened in?

Either way, I was adding so new to his profile

Lucas wasn’t just beautiful, or according to his bio, a good dancer He could sing like an angel and play the piano like he was born with one glued to his hands

He was also… angry

I shuffled back to my seat and scribbled down the notes, and tried not to dissect his behavior too , not him This was his apartment, his sanctuary

I was merely a three-month intruder

My body broke out in goosebun that I needed to reet close I was there to do my job